A/N: Hello Hello!!! Srry for not posteing sooner but...u forgive me, right???? Anyways the same stuff as always r&r, loves!!!!
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Cyn and Sam sat up with identical gasp. "What happened?" Dean said.
"Nothing that supplied much info."
"Delilah."
"What?"
"Willa was Delilah."
"Really?"
"Yeah." She looked slightly pale.
"What?"
"Nothing. It's just-" She was going to say she wondered if she's meant in every life to be raped. "Nothing."
"What was it like?"
"Surreal. I mean evidently my dad doesn't like Tucker much. And Damien is my brother."
"What?"
"Was my brother. And his name was Nathan."
"And you and me-or past you and me-saved past Cyn from-" Cyn gave Sam a desperate look. "Getting hurt. And we have to stay away from you evidently. And our family is crazy."
"And we lived in Okalahoma."
Dean looked deep in thought. "Are ya'll hungry?"
"Yeah."
"Where should we eat?"
"How the hell should I know? We are in Vegas."
"True." Dean's eyes lit up.
Soon they walked in the parking lot Cesar's Palace Casino & Resort. Dean stared at the 'beautiful' sight. Gambling, food and a place to take the waitresses he picked up? Utopia. Cyn and Sam looked at Dean. His eyes we're glassy and unfocused. They raised their eyebrows at each other. They locked arms with Dean and turned him around.
"Oh no. We're not going in there."
"But-but-no. Don't take me away from the pretty casino. No!" He whined as they escorted him back to the car.
They drove up the road to a café and ordered some food. Salmon for Cyn and Burgers for Sam and Dean. Dean quickly got up and went to the bathroom soon after that Cyn's throat hurt, her head pounded, ears rang, vision blurred and eye balls ached. "No..." She groaned.
"What?"
"Premon-" The waitress walked up. "Headache."
"Is anything happening?"
"Not yet."
"Yet?"
"No!"
"Yet?"
"Sam! I will let you know if and when something happens! Okay?" She waited.
"Anything?"
"Nothing." She sighed. "My head hurts."
"Why is the premonition taking so long?"
"I don't know. What's wrong here?" She sat there, rubbing her temples, when she got a sudden rush that she tried to fight. When she opened her eyes and she was in a foggy blue -black-nothing. There were sparkly, transparent-almost majestic-blue curtains that danced in the wind that was low to the floor. She couldn't she her feet because of the fog covering the floor. "Sam?" She called into the air. "Dean?" She decided to take a wild guess, "God?" She walked around, not knowing what she was touching. She felt the curtain run like light sparkly silken velvet over her fingers. She slowly pulled it back. Air started to rush out and it smelled very nostalgic. She started to feel a bit like Pandora, like she had opened something uncontrollable. She wondered if she could put it back.