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ABANDONED

She was in somebody's bed and she could hear people arguing.

"We need to get her to a hospital, Dean!" someone was stating angrily.

"Yeah I get that Sammy but I'd also like to point out that we are supposed to have left town. If we go to take her to the hospital it will be pretty obvious that we are still around and then we can just say bye bye right then!"

"Fine we call an ambulance!"

"And how do we explain a girl, never before seen previously by either of us, managed to get on our hotel floor?"

"She could die, Dean!"

"And how many is this poltergeist gonna kill before we stop it?"

"Jesus Dean. Look at her. She is really sick," the voice had turned softer.

"Alright. We finish the poltergeist tonight and drive her to the nearest hospital that isn't here! That is the best we can do!" the tone left no room for arguing.

Layla coughed hard. Her throat felt like it was on fire. In fact her whole body felt like it was burning. Her eyes could barely distinguish objects from the blur.

"She's awake. That's a good sign right," the deeper voice said triumphantly.

A man kneeled by the bed, "My names Sam. Can you tell me yours?"

"Layla," she managed weakly in response.

"Did she say, Layla?" The older brother demanded sharply.

"Layla do you remember what happened to you?"

"There was a storm."

"See probably just got hit by lightening. Probably be right as rain in a few hours. Just needs sleep."

"Just got hit by lightening? Just?" Sam demanded.

"Whose that?"

"That's my older brother," Sam turned back to the girl.

"Dean," Layla finished.

"How did you get here, Layla?" Dean asked in an overly loud voice.

"What he means to ask is where are you from?" Sam glared at Dean.

"Montana, Billings," Layla closed her eyes. Her head hurt from the questions.

"Are you on holiday's here?"

Layla shook her head. Dean narrowed his eyes and walked close to the bed, "Do you know where you are Layla?"

Layla shook her head again.

"Oklahoma. That's where you are."

"Winchester. That's who you are," Layla said suddenly. Memories were flooding back.

"You were fighting a poltergeist on TV last night. I got zapped while turning of the TV. Oh my god, Melanie and Mom. They must be frantic!" Layla tried to sit up.

"Whoa. You aren't going anywhere yet," Sam eased her back onto the bed and shot a look at Dean who was twirling his finger around his temple.

"I think you're confused!" Sam said softly, "but we're gonna help you find your mom."

"Sam, a word if you please," Dean asked. Sam walked over so Dean could whisper in his ear.

"She thinks she was sucked into a TV program… about us. I think she is insane!"

"Dean!"

"No I'm serious. We should probably check the local asylums."

"She's just got hit with lightening!"

"She is crazy!"

"Do you guys have a problem with your father? My sister may have mentioned it cause I remember it," Layla asked.

"Ok I take that back. She's a crazy stalker!"

Layla wanted to protest loudly but her throat felt raw and painful. It made talking hard.

"Look, she may be crazy but she still needs medical help," Sam countered.

"Ok here's the deal. We deal with the poltergeist then we check the closest asylum. They will have a medical centre on site," Dean said. He looked strangely flustered.

"Dean, are you ok?" Sam asked looking concerned.

"Yeah, why do you ask?" Dean answered calmly but he wouldn't look at his brother.

"Her name. You remember Layla," Sam prodded, hoping he might make his brother talk to him.

"Yeah but she's got nothing to do with it. Lets go kill this son of a bitch and get her to the loony bin," Dean rummaged through his bag of supernatural arsenal.

"Dean, it's ok to talk about…"

"I said she's got nothing to do with anything. Now lets go," Dean's eyes had darkened. He strode out the door leaving Sam behind.

Sam bent over the bed. Layla had forced her eyes open to watch the exchange. She felt fear growing in her stomach but she was too weak and exhausted to act on it.

"After we beat this demon we'll get you to help," Sam said kindly.

"Not insane," Layla managed to breathe out, "just unlucky." She wanted to say more to convince the brother that she was not insane but she couldn't. Her mind was shutting down and growing darker.

She shut her eyes to the worried expression on Sam's face.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Layla felt outstandingly better when she awoke next which only served to worry her more. She had been struck by lightening and dragged into a TV show and she felt almost fine.

She managed to stagger to her feet. She was in a hotel. A cheap one too with only two beds and tacky curtains. There was a stain on the carpet and Layla dimly remembered throwing up on the floor.

She felt another wave of nausea and thought she was going to throw up. She stumbled into the bathroom and threw herself over the toilet. Her body was wracked with dry retching and her shoulders heaved but she didn't bring anything up. Her stomach was too empty. Her nose was running and her eyes were watering as she slumped back against the tiles on the wall. The coolness felt good against her skin.

Her body was shaking slowly and it took her four attempts to get up and walk to the sink. She splashed water in her mouth and looked at herself. An elastic held up half her hair but the rest fell around her face in scraggy clumps. Her skin was an ashen grey colour with dark circles under her eyes.

Layla tried to clear her head and assess the situation. She had unplugged the TV when lightening had hit the house. And she had been sucked into the show that had been on.

They thought she was crazy. Dean and Sam Winchester did. But if she was so insane how did she know who they were? Maybe she was a lunatic stalker and everything else was an elaborately created lie. Layla felt rising tears in her chest, she was scared and confused. She looked down and discovered she was still wearing her school uniform.

It was a hideous thing. The skirt was long and bland, and the white shirt had a food stain. She looked like she belonged in a mental institution but this was some real fact that she could hold on to. Some proof in her own mind that she wasn't mad but Layla doubted it would persuade the boys to believe her story. She was thinking better now.

She had read silly stories about girls getting sucked into TV shows. Melanie had a lot of trashy novels like that. The girl would get dragged in to the program, lose fifty pounds, gain blonde highlights and effortlessly blend into the life of the characters.

Layla looked at her own figure. It looked exactly the same and her hair was still conventional brown. She didn't know a thing about demon hunting and she was certain that she wasn't going to fluently merge into the Winchester's life. In all probability she was going to get sent to an asylum.

Which brought her to the next problem. The Winchester boys were the only things she recognised in this strange world. Layla wondered if alternate reality was the appropriate word. If she got put in an asylum not only would she not have any chance of making it back to her house but also she would have nothing real to remind her what had happened.

Thinking back now it would have been a better idea to tell them she was lost rather than sucked into a TV. There would be no question of her sanity and she could have gotten home.

The door open and Layla turned her head sharply. It made her head spin and she automatically sank to her knees.

"Where is she?" Dean's voice was harsh and loud. Layla knew she could not depend on sympathy from him. It was Sam that would be the help. If only she had watched the show she would know something to prove that she wasn't crazy. She would also have a better assessment of their character.

"Here," Layla croaked out. Both brothers appeared in the doorway, gazing down at her. They looked like that had been in a violent fight and Sam had a red cut down the side of his face. They both looked at her crouching there, unable to move, and both looked reluctant to help her off the bathroom floor.

This suited Layla fine. Her skin was hot and prickly from the lightening and the chill helped her.

"We're going get you some where safe," Sam promised.

"Yep!" Dean said with no sincerity, "Sammy's gonna help you out of here while I do a ring around."

"Ring around?' Layla asked.

"Institutions," Dean replied walking away.

"How are you feeling?" Sam knelt down so he was on her eye level.

"Better. Surprisingly better considering I was hit with lightening," Layla managed. She felt proud that she forced a full sentence out.

"And sucked into a television show?" Sam said with a quirked eyebrow.

"Yeah," Layla sighed, "can you call my family?" Layla realised as soon as she said it what a good idea it was and why hadn't she thought of it immediately.

"Of course," Sam hurried to comply. He helped Layla to stand and led her into the room. The carpet felt strange under her feet and Dean tapping away on the laptop with the phone in his hand was not comforting.

"We need to ring her parents first," Sam said pulling the phone out of Dean's hand. His older brother gave him an outraged look and glared at Layla.

"Mom," Layla, "Dad's gone." She met Sam's eyes. The hurt in them showed as he looked back towards the phone.

Layla told him the number and he dialled. He listened to the phone for a second with an expression of intense concentration before holding it away from his ear.

"The number doesn't exist. It told me to check the number. Are you sure this is right?"

Layla narrowed her eyes and nodded. She felt her bottom lip tremble.

"Let me try," Dean snapped and he attempted. There was a pause before he said, "Same thing!"

"That's impossible," Layla whispered to herself more than to the men. The fear that had subsided began to return with an edge of panic.

"I guess I'll go back to ringing who I was ringing," Dean informed Sam quietly looking at the devastated girl. Layla had though Dean wouldn't sympathise but he did. He couldn't imagine being so confused that he would have no idea where the hell he was.

He felt pity for her as he saw the fear on her face but he would let Sam comfort her. They always wanted Sam to comfort them. He was just better at it than Dean. He could only apologise, he couldn't help. Sam could rationalise and make sense of it.

Sam began talking to her in hushed tones trying to glean more information, like and address or a last name but Layla couldn't answer anything except for her last name. Her mind was so scrambled she couldn't make sense of anything and every time she thought she had an answer she remembered what had happened with the phone number and she lost it. The self-doubt began destroying any facts or order in her brain, which she hated.

"Nothing. No body is missing a patient named Layla," Dean said frustrated, "But there is one that said they have a vacancy two towns away.

"See we can take you there and they will help you find your family," Sam said with a smile.

"I got left," Layla remembered slowly. Facts from the day before came flooding back.

"What?" Dean inquired bluntly.

"Brandon left me yesterday in the library," She replied softly.

"You were abandoned in a library by your… brother? Cousin?" Sam looked interested.

"Not abandoned. Dumped. Brandon was my boyfriend but I wasn't pretty enough apparently," She spoke with more strength than she had yet, using anger to fuel her. The boys shifted uncomfortably, unsure what to say and how to comfort her.

"We'll leave as soon as possible," Dean changed the subject. Layla looked at him silently and nodded, understanding that arguing right now was useless.

AN: Please review. it would be nice and constructive criticism is welcome.

MD666