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Chapter 10:

Missouri was eyeing me from her perch on the overweight arm of her lazy boy. A flamboyant multicolored shawl draped lifelessly over the older woman's shoulders. Dull browns, faded oranges and tired reds intertwined with one another in an autumn burst of flavor that highlighted the dark undertones of Missouri's ebony face. Her eyes were hidden by a few loose curls that had escaped the purple hair tie. There was a depth to them I'd never seen before. The longer I stared into the chestnut orbs, the more afraid I became. She didn't try to force a smile when I began to form one. Did she know the smile I was amking was just a lie?

I wiped moist palms along the legs of my sweatpants. Knees folded in, hair still wet from twenty minutes earlier, it trickled cold water along the nape of my neck, dampening my shirt. I shivered and hugged my arms to my chest. I could feel someone watching me from the far end of the room. It was that uncomfortable feeling of complete nakedness. It was the feeling I received when I first met Missouri.

Cautiously I looked out across the room. Dean Winchester, the epitomy of sexy. The trouble hunter wrapped within an enigma. The hazel eyed rebel, dressed in that maroon shirt with the leather necklace and gold charm. He leaned awkwardly in the doorway to the living room. Steam circled above the opening of the red coffee mug in his hands. The comforting smell of green tea reached across the gap between us. It reminded me of home. Of mom and those lazy mornings before school.

I turned my gaze away from the older Winchester and to something else. Emotions, conflictions, worries, doubts, they bombarded me all at once. The tears were barely staying in. With all the strength I could muster, I held back those tears. I had to keep it together, not just for myself but for the Winchester's as well.

Missouri was still watching me when I raised my head but her had relaxed some and her eyes had softened. A sensual glow warmed her cheeks as she formed a sincere smile. Dean shifted his weight from one foot to the other, looking apprehensively towards smile on the woman's face.

Dean eyes widened and he looked taken aback by Missouri's bluntness. His mouth hung open as if he were about to protest but he didn't have a chance. Missouri shifted in her chair and frowned at the younger man.

"Well, come on now. We're waiting one you."

Dean hesitated and moved forward but Missouri was like a dog who just kept nipping at his heels.

"Hurry it up a little before that tea's gone cold. I wont have everyone waiting for you to make me another one."

"You could always just nuke it" Dean mumbled as he place the mug on the small mahogany table next to Missouri. She frowned and her faced creased slightly.

"I wont be 'nuking' anything. And boy, where a re you manners? Use a coaster."

Missouri picked up a plastic disc from off the coffee table and placed the cup of tea on top of it. Her hand met Dean's unprotected arm with a slap before he pulled away towards Sam and I. He looked cautiously from Missouri to the couch and back again.

"Well go on, have seat."

Dean looked almost fit to be tied. Without a word he made his way to the vacant seat next to his brother. I felt the couch dip suddenly from the added weight and smirked when Dean let out a childish sigh.

Sitting in the lazy boy, Missouri sipped her tea without so much as a single word. I rubbed my clammy hands against one another nervously. Sam gave me the arched eyebrow 'what are you doing?' look but I only ignored it and continued to the sweat from one palm into the next. The silence that had suddenly taken hold of us was unbearable.

A squeaking sound was the first to break long period of stillness. All heads in the room turned to the source. At the opposite end of the couch Dean was shifting himself into the cushions. The sound was being made by the movement of the old couch spring. When the hunter finally grew aware to the fact that he had grabbed the attention of the room he paused, mid ass-groove formation.

"What? I'm trying to get comfortable."

Sam lowered his voice. "Could you do it a bit lowered?"

"A cocky smirk pulled at the corners of Dean's mouth and just to prove his point he moved himself around on the cushion some more. The couch gave a loud whine as the weight of Dean's rump dug into it's soft body. Sam rolled his eyes.

"Dude."

"Awe, come on Sammy. It's not a library."

The hot mug of tea Missouri had been holding clinked as it came to rest on the end table. The sound was just loud enough to stir me away from the usual Winchester bantering. Missouri's hands were now still in her lap. Steam no longer wafted from the warm beverage. I felt my chest tighten a moment because all this meant that it was time to come clean. No more putting off the inevitable. I stared Missouri in the eyes and she mirrored the look. She smiled and gave me slow nod.

I knew what had to be done.

With a quick clearing of the throat I was able to grab the brothers attention. All eyes were now on me. I never did good under pressure. I thought back to Ms. Mackie's third grade Christmas pageant where I had to play one of the angels who came to visit baby Jesus. Ten minutes into the performance and I'd managed to desecrate our newborn Lord by upchucking all over the manger and the baby. Of course, it was just a cardboard cutout, painted to look like a manger and it was only an old cabbage patch doll, but still, the symbolism was there. Looking from Sam and Dean, I suddenly felt like that nauseous third grade all over again.

"Leah?"

I shook Sam's voice out of my head. I turned to Missouri for guidance but she was quiet, pulling the shawl closer to her chest.

"Just…give me a second, okay?"

Sighing, I took a long, uneven breath. Trembling hands combed back my wet hair. The sickness I'd felt in the impala earlier was returning. Raising my head high with false confidence, I peered out from my small corner of the couch.

"Look, there have been some things I told you…some thing I've said that weren't true."

Dean only nodded, quite aware that there'd been things I' been keeping from him. Sam on the other hand appeared a bit more disturbed by this new found information. His eyes darkened and I looked at him again.

"So, you've been lying to us?"

"Yes, but…"

"After all we did for you, you lied to us? We took you in. We protected you, Leah?"

I cringed at the hurt that came out when he spoke.

"I didn't want to. You more than anyone Sam, but I did it to protect myself. If I didn't lie you would have never agreed to take me along."

"So, you lied to get a ride from us?"

"No, that's not it at all."

"That's what you just said. I thought this sit down was so you'd stop lying."

"Sam!" Dean grounded out. "Give her a chance to explain herself.

The tone Dean used implied he was just as upset as his brother but was doing me a big favor by keeping his emotions in check. Suddenly those chick flick moments and saving me from the clutches of the supernatural didn't seem to mean a damn thing. We were right back where we started.

"Okay, um…there are a few things you should know, but…uh…"my attention wandered over to Missouri.

"Start at the beginning, hon."

"Okay, well I'm not from around here. I'm from Vancouver, Canada. Uh… that day you guys found me in Texas that was a mistake. I don't know how I got there."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked.

"What I mean, is that I left my apartment in Vancouver around midnight, crashed my car, passed out and when I came to you guys were pulling me from the wreck."

"That's a bit Twilight Zone."

Sam ignored his brother. "How could you crash in Vancouver and end up in Texas? Right when were passing through no less. Doesn't that seem just a bit convenient?"

"That isn't all of it."

After all of my prepping and all the worrying, I still wasn't sure how to explain this. I mean, honestly, how do you put in words that two guy who barely know you star in their own television show in your world.

"What else is there?"

"Remember when we first met? I called you and Sam, Jared and Jensen." Dean nodded. "Well, I wasn't entirely wrong."

"How so?"

"The place where I'm from. In my Vancouver, I mean, you guys don't exist. You're just…well, fiction."

"What do you mean?" Who are Jensen and Jared?"

Dean's voice rose. I had to fight myself from running for the door. What would be the point anyway? Dean would catch me the minute my foot hit the carpet.

"Jared and Jensen are actors. They shoot a TV series up in Vancouver for the majority of the year. The highway I was driving on the night of the accident is supposed to be near the set. That's why I called you both by their names when I first came to. I thought I'd accidentally taken the wrong road."

"That still doesn't tell us why you called us by their names. Do we look alike or something?"

I laughed at Sam's comment. "Yeah, there's a bit of a resemblance."

Sam frowned.

"Look, Jared and Jensen star in this show called Supernatural. They play these two brothers named Sam and Dean Winchester. Their mother Mary died when Dean was four and Sam six months old. Their dad, John Winchester, pulled them from the house just as it went up in flames. Since then they've hunted the supernatural. John kept a journal on all he knew and gave it to his sons when he left them to go looking for the thing that killed Mary. His sons followed his footsteps and Sam, who was reluctant at first, became more hell bent on finding their mom's killer when it took the life of his girlfriend, Jesse."

Dean and Sam stared questioningly at me.

"I'm not a hunter and I've never met Jim Murphy. The reason why I know all this stuff is because I'm a fan of…"

"Of us?" Sam looked heatedly about the room. "A fan of us and our life? Is that supposed to be some kind of sick joke?"

"No, it's supposed to be the truth. How am I supposed to know that what I'm watching on the WB is real?"

"So, you just crash your car and bang, here you are, in a fan girls paradise. Tell me, was tonight at the cemetery as exciting as you thought a real hunt would be?"

Sam didn't wait for a reaction. Hastily he got to his feet and shuffled out of the room. I looked to my left and found Dean following his brother's lead.

"Dean?" my voice called out in desperation.

He glanced back over his shoulder and shook his head. "If you knew so much about us, then why didn't you know not to bring up Jesse?"

After another minute Dean was gone from the room too. Tears rising in my eyes, I found myself meeting another head on stare with Missouri. This time I didn't hold back the tears or anything I was thinking. It was clear that she already knew what I was feeling.

"Missouri…"

The older woman left the comfort of her chair and walked across the carpet in her pink slippers. She took hold of my arm. A chill ran through my body. She must have caught sight of it because a moment later I found the shawl being placed about my shoulders. Missouri gripped my arm loosely in her hand and without a word, led me out of the living room.

Neither me or the old psychic bothered to talk. She kept a hold on my arm and walked me down the hall in silence. I'd lowered my head the instant Dean had left me. I wasn't sure what I'd been expecting to come from all this. Maybe guilt-free conscious. It's not like I'd wanted to lie to the Winchesters, I just had to. Out of necessity. I hadn't meant to hurt Sam. God, if I could have, I'd have told them the truth from the very beginning. If I could have I'd never of left my apartment for that damn tub of ice cream.

"Leah, beating yourself up over what happened is not going to solve anything."

It was the sound of Missouri's warm voice that finally brought me back to the present. She was standing in the doorway of another room I hadn't been aware of until then. With a gesture of her hand she motioned for me to follow her. The lights were off and I stumbled my way in behind her. I wasn't even sure where the older woman had gone to because when I reached out to steady myself I found that I was alone.

"Missouri?"

A light flickered on from the far end of the room. Shelving units stacked with thick, leather bound books covered the walls from one end to the next. Missouri stood next to an oak desk, where a small green lamp illuminated the room. A few more books were opened and scattered across the wooden surface. Only a single chair in the entire room and it was pulled out from the desk. The older woman sat down with a heavy sigh.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded and smiled. "Don't worry about me. I'm just not used to being up at all hours. Come on now, close that door and come here, I have something you might be interested in."

I was a bit unsure if sealing myself in a room alone with the older woman was really the right decision but seeing as how she was the only one in Lawrence, Kansas who was still talking to me, I figured what the hell. Shutting the door quietly, I made my way to where Missouri was sitting. She didn't need to tell me what she wanted to say. Instead I let my eyes wander over the open books that had a few loose leaf papers sticking out of them. I looked to her hesitantly.

"Go on."

I picked up the first book. Turning the pages, I took in the information hurriedly as I skimmed each line. My heart was pounding in my chest. It wasn't until I nearly dropped the book that I realized my hands were shaking too. Quantum physics, alternate universe theories, space and time, it was all a blur to me. I placed the book back on the desk and grabbed the second one. It was a thick, plump colored thing without any title. I flipped towards the pages that Missouri had already marked. There were drawings, diagrams really, of chicken scratch that tried to explain the possibilities of the universe and the theory that there may be more than just one. It was all over my head, just like the first one. After struggling to wrap my head around it for another minute, I put it back and took the last one. It was older than the other two. The pages were wrinkled and had faded to a ripe beige color over the years. Stenciled gold symbols littered the front of the book but inside it was just English.

The first few pages were nothing big but as I went further into the novel, the more I felt like I was in a Sunday school than in Missouri's study. Some of the information talked of the human world others focused on the great evils. There were pictures of shadows, of daeva's and horn rimmed beasts. Sketched photos of writhing bodies and soaring flames. I wanted to look away but something kept me glued to the pages. The name Eleêth came up more than once and it was mentioned at times when there seemed to be no hope or when evil tired to rein.

I turned to Missouri.

"Eleêth is the Hebrew form of God."

I nodded and continued to flip through the pages. Stories, no predictions of the rise of the devils. Demons of fire and fate, of pain and greed that would rise up and reclaim the earth as their own. The book once again mentioned several names: Mammon, Asmodeus Beelzebub known as the princes of hell, who would do the bidding of Sammael. They were known as the keepers of the thrown and were given the duty of protecting it until the day when Sammael would slaughter the good from the earth and rule it as his own. Through the influence of these three, would the good of men crumble and evil prevail and all that Armageddon, our days are numbered stuff. I closed the book and dropped it with the rest.

"Missouri what does this all mean?"

"Leah, when you first told me of how you ended up here, it sounded a bit fishy. I've been looking through these old books, mind you, I don't understand half of that science mumbo jumbo, but I have friends who owe favors and had them explain it a bit better. Of course their all theories but it helps suggest what is going on."

"What is going on?"

"From what I understand there a several different types of realities apart from our own. Now normally we are too far to ever be able to visit these alternate worlds. It's nearly impossible. However, in each of these universes something different is offered. There's one idea that there other dimensions lie in these worlds and that in others things travel constantly at the speed of light. There are theories that a universe exists for every decision you've ever made."

"What?"

"Say you role a die and it lands on a six. In other existing universes you would have a two, a five, a three, a one and so on. If this is possible, than there could be another version of yourself scattered throughout these realities, just like there can be another version of myself. The man I talked to explained to me that we are all branched out from the same source, so that even if we never experience these other parallel universe it does not mean we are not affected by them. Somehow, we are all connected to them on an unconscious level. The perception of the alternate realities may only be by perception."

"So what your saying is…"

"What I am telling you Leah, is that I believe when you crashed your car in Vancouver and went unconscious, your connection between these alternate realities short circuited and routed your conscious form into another reality other than your own. This could account for why you keep seeing yourself in a coma in the hospital. It's the universe's way of setting things right again. It's as though it is trying to restart the connection between your unconscious form here and your physical body there. So, technically you're here but you're also there."

"Wait, if these realities are built on all possible outcomes, shouldn't there be another version of me walking around? And what about Sam and Dean, I mean, where are their counterparts in my world? And Jensen and Jared in this one?"

"Remember Leah, these are just theories. I believe when you stepped into this reality, you formed a new person with your old self in this universe and your self from the one before. While technically you are not completely here, because part of you remains in your original world and your unconscious self lies here, I think what happened was the connection broke and your unconscious clashed with this worlds conscious and created what is now, you in this world. Understand?"

"No, not really."

"Well, that's the best that I can do dear. As for Sam and Dean, I'm not sure what to tell you. Perhaps we don't exist as the people we are in this world but maybe as different people. You say we look the same, well maybe that truly is us. Perhaps Sam really is Jared but was born into a different family, without the burdens he carries now or the knowledge of the supernatural. Maybe the boys are different because their lives are altered that way. It could be just a big coincidence that they happen to meet together in life as actors and not brothers, but that they play brothers of their real life counter parts in another universe. It's hard to say really hon. I can only speculate."

"And that other book. The one with the demons and all that. What was that about?"

"It was just an idea. Nothing really."

I didn't bother to push the questions any further. I could see from the drooping of her eyelids that Missouri was growing tired and all this talking was probably zapping what remained of her strength. I told her I was heading to bed and said goodnight before thanking her for this new information. But as I padded down the hall and back into the living room for a few hours of shut eye, I couldn't wonder if that was the real explanation for how I'd ended up there. I mean it made sense, but all this business of alternate realities and every possible outcome seemed way too overwhelming and I couldn't even imagine that Missouri even understood half of what she was telling me. She tried though, that was all that mattered but now I felt even more at of a loss of how I'd come here. Had I really short circuited this connection between realities like quantum mechanics would lead me to believe? Or was it something else? I couldn't help wondering about that last book with the gold print that I'd flipped through. Or the shadowed figure that had been lurking over my body in the hospital. Was it something supernatural that had taken me here? Maybe that book did have something helpful. Come morning I'd get my hands on the leather bound book once again and question Missouri a bit more. Should I tell her what I saw? Should I tell Dean for that matter?

I climbed on the couch and wrapped myself in the warm blankets. Lying back in the warm cushions, I stared at the ceiling, thoughts racing through my head as I prayed for sleep to take me soon.