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Chapter Eight
Siobhan's POV
The first thing that I felt in the morning was icy cold water being splashed onto my face. As I spluttered I caught the girl with the blonde hair spluttering also; she must have been shocked awake as well. I shifted my gaze from her to the culprit of this crime and saw none other than Fake-Bobby standing over us with the remnants of what was left in a rather old looking bucket.
"Dude, seriously? That's no way to treat a lady." I said, shaking my hair out to try and get some of it dry.
"Sorry, kiddo. Had to be extra careful. Never know where demons can be these days."
"Right. Demons. Sure." I said, rolling my eyes, and then looking over to the other girl to see if she was alright. "Hey, you're ok, right? Er, … sorry I don't know your name."
"It's Marthe… Marthe Boghaert. And yours? Oh, I'm fine. A bit of water doesn't hurt anyone." She replied, squeezing some water out of her hair.
My mind stopped suddenly and started questioning where I had heard that name before. It seemed so familiar. I thought back to when I was with Rachel and if she mentioned the name at all. After a few minutes of thinking I gave out a cry of surprise and realization.
"You're Marthe from Facebook, right? Rachel's online friend?" I asked, looking at her more closely.
"Yeah, how do you kn-?" She started to ask and then stopped midway. "No way! Siobhan, right? Rachel's best friend?"
Fake-Bobby looked at us both in bewilderment. "So, you two know each other, now?"
"Well, only from the internet sense of the word. We've never met in person." Marthe explained, as I kept staring at her.
How come she was in this world with me and not with Rachel? Where was Rachel?
"Oh, great. Now you two know each other we'll have double the problems to deal with." Fake-Dean moaned, sitting down at the table.
"Does it matter if we do? We'll sort it out." Marthe told him, looking at him sharply.
"Don't get me wrong. I'm glad you girls have found each other and that Sam's soul is still intact but it does raise a sticky question." Fake-Bobby commented, as if what he had just said was normal.
I guessed that they had been talking about something to do with Fake-Dean's reappearance while both Marthe and I had been asleep.
Fake-Dean looked over at Fake-Sam, "If he didn't pull me out, then who did?"
A few minutes later Marthe and I had fully woken up and were getting ready for the day. It seemed that we hadn't slept all that much; maybe a few hours at least since it was still pitch black outside. We heard the door open again and a murmur of voices from the next room.
"Do you believe in this bullcrap?" I asked, while brushing through my hair and trying to get all the knots undone.
Marthe shrugged, "I don't know. We haven't been given any evidence of the fact that what they are talking about is true. I'm keeping an open-mind so when something does happen I'll except it and know that the people who are telling me that they're Dean and Sam Winchester are actually the people who they say they are."
I snorted, "I wish I could be like you. I thought I would be easily sucked into all this madness but I suppose it scares me more than anything if I find out that it's all true."
I looked down at what I was wearing and saw it was thankfully quickly drying; I had deep green skinny jeans, a Wild & Free shirt, a loose plaid red and black shirt over that, a red belt around my waist and some red converse. I looked over at Marthe to see that she was wearing an outfit that was a little more classier than mine but with all the experiences she had over the past 24 hours it had got dirty and worn. She wore a white top with ruffles down the middle, some skinny jeans and some white high heeled shoes. She also had a matching white bag that was now on the bathroom counter. However, it didn't look as classy and polished as she probably wanted it to be. There was flecks of dirt everywhere. Her heels and broken off and they were just tiny little stubs left. Marthe looked down to where I was looking and chuckled.
"I better take those off so that I don't have a blister."
I nodded, "Yeah, blisters can be right bitches when they want to be."
"Er, so not to be rude or anything but why am I here with you and not with Rachel wherever she is?" Marthe asked, slipping off her heels and putting them beside the counter on the floor.
I shrugged, "Don't worry about it and I don't know. I have no idea like you. The last time I saw her was on the bus when it caught fire."
"You don't think she's anywhere in this place, do you?" Marthe asked, with a raised eyebrow. "Where do you think she'll be?"
"Well, who's her favourite character?" I questioned her, smirking.
"What? You think she's with Crowley or Mark or whoever?"
"Well, yeah. If were with Fake-Sam and Fake-Dean and with Fake-Bobby then it makes some sense that she's with Fake-Crowley, right?" I asked, shrugging.
"What's with all the Fake's?" Marthe asked, smiling. "Yeah, I suppose it does. Hopefully, he'll treat her right though. If this whole demon thing is real then she's in the deep end and she'll have to survive by herself until we're able to come to her rescue."
"C'mon, you're seriously not thinking that all of this is real, right? And, she'll be fine. Sure, I'm a little worried about the fact that she's got the biggest of problems right now but I bet she's handling it all." I said, shrugging.
Marthe nodded, "Let's hope so. Anyway, let's go back to the boys and see if they've figured anything out yet."
"That would be a miracle. Pun intended." I said, smirking.
Marthe just rolled my eyes at my irony and then made her way out of the bathroom with me following her. Fake-Bobby was still sitting on the couch while Fake-Dean and Fake-Sam were sitting at the table.
"You girls all cleaned up, then?" Fake-Sam asked us.
"Yeah, we were wondering if you've got anywhere with anything yet." I said, while sitting on the couch next to Fake-Bobby and then making some room so that Marthe could sit next to me.
"I know a physic. A few hours from here. Something this big, maybe she's heard the other side talking." Fake-Bobby shrugged, looking over to Fake-Sam and Fake-Dean.
"Seriously, physics now? Do people take them seriously at all?" I asked, looking doubtful at Fake-Bobby.
"Hell yeah, it's worth a shot." Fake-Dean said.
"Alright, just talk as if I'm not here." I said, slowly and Fake-Sam laughed.
"I'll be right back." Fake-Bobby said, getting off the couch and heading to the kitchen area.
Fake-Dean stands as if he's about to follow but Fake-Sam tugs on his sleeve to get him to stay.
"Hey. Wait." Fake-Sam stands so he and Fake-Dean are on the same level; well, Fake-Sam dwarves Fake-Dean but you get what I'm saying. "You probably want this back."
He hands over what looks like an ordinary necklace to someone in the street but Marthe and I shoot each other a knowing look; it's an amulet.
"Thanks." Fake-Dean says, and then places it around his neck.
"Yeah. Don't mention it." Fake-Sam comments and then goes onto say. "Hey Dean, what was it like?"
"What, Hell? I don't know, I, I must have blacked out. I don't remember a damn thing."
Fake-Sam nodded in agreement, "Well, thank God for that."
"Yeah." Fake-Dean said, looking around the room.
Marthe and I give each other another meaningful look knowing that Fake-Dean isn't giving away the whole truth on the situation but we decide not to push him any further about it.
Fake-Bobby leads us down some steps while explaining where this physic woman was which I was still uneasy about seeing, "She's about four hours down the interstate. Try to keep up."
With that he gets into his truck and starts his engine. I look over to where Fake-Sam and Fake-Dean are and I'm looking at what obviously is the Fake-Impala. Even if it is fake it's beautiful.
Both Marthe and I whistle in appreciation and Fake-Dean looks at us with renewed interest, "Didn't know you girls liked cars."
I could hear Fake-Bobby chuckle as I said, "Only the appreciation of the 1967 Chevrolet Impala."
Both Fake-Sam and Fake-Dean chuckle and then Fake-Sam asked, "I assume you'll want to drive?"
As the keys get passed between the two men Fake-Dean's face lights up and he says, "I almost forgot. Hey, sweetheart, did you miss me?"
Fake-Dean gets in the car while Fake-Sam follows. Marthe and I look at each other,
"I'm guessing we're alright to go?" Marthe asked, looking at the car and then me.
I shrugged and get in the back while Marthe follows. There seems to be an argument containing the usage of an IPod dock.
"Your supposed to take care of her, not douche her up." Fake-Dean cried, looking at the IPod.
Fake-Sam shrugged, "Dean, I thought it was my car."
Marthe and I glanced at each other with the expression that clearly says 'Men' just as Jason Manns comes on the IPod.
"Really?" Fake-Dean glares at Fake-Sam as the music plays.
"Aww, I love this so-" Marthe stops mid-sentence just to see Fake-Dean tearing out the IPod and chucking it over his chair into the middle of us.
I can't help but snigger at the two of them glaring at each other through the mirror.
While the men are driving down the road we get to hear some backstory. To be honest, we know all this stuff already but hearing it first hand is always something new. We both decide to keep silent for once as they have their conversation,
"There's still one thing that's bothering me." Fake-Dean started.
"Yeah?" Fake-Sam asked.
"Yeah, the night I… bit it. Or got bit." Fake-Dean chuckles at his own joke which makes me want to roll my eyes but I keep myself from doing so. "How'd you make it out? Lilith was going to kill you."
"Well, she tried. She couldn't"
"What do you mean, she couldn't?"
"She fired this, like, burning light at me and… didn't leave a scratch. Like I was immune or something."
"Immune?"
"Yeah. I don't know who was more surprised, her or me. She left pretty fast after that."
"Huh. What about Ruby, where is she?"
At the mention of Ruby's name my muscles became tense. I had no idea why but when Marthe whispered in my ear,
"Jealous are we?"
And winked at me I glared at her and quickly shook my head. I just was given a playful smirk in return.
"Dead. For now."
"So, you've been using your, uh, freaky ESP stuff?"
"No."
Again, another lie.
"You sure about that? Well, I mean now that you've got… immunity, whatever the hell that is… just wondering what other kind of weirdo crap you've got going on."
"Nothing, Dean. Look, you didn't want me to go down that road. It was practically your dying wish."
"Yeah, well. Let's keep it that way."
With that the conversation abruptly ends. When will these two stop lying to each other?
We arrive at the physic's house a long time after the sun has risen. There's no clouds in the sky and there's a light breeze; perfect weather. We walked up to the house which just looks like any ordinary home. Nothing out of the ordinary. Fake-Bobby is the one to knock the door. After a few minutes it's answered by a very strong and independent looking woman. She was wavy black hair and wears skinny Jeans and a Ramones shirt. Rachel would love her, I think sadly.
"Bobby!" She cried, while hugging him and lifting him slightly off the ground.
Fake-Sam and Fake-Dean share a worried look while both Marthe and I sniggered.
"You're a sight for soar eyes." Fake-Bobby compliments, while smiling.
Fake-Pamela looks around and her gaze gets fixed on the boys in front of her.
"So, these the boys?" Fake-Pamela asked, although I had a funny feeling she already knew the answer.
"Sam. Dean. This is Pamela Barnes, best damn physic in the state. Oh, and Pamela these girls are Marthe and Siobhan. They've got a bit of baggage with them as well. Maybe you could help them out?" Fake-Bobby asked, looking at her pleadingly.
"Of course. You girls are welcome here anytime." Fake-Pamela tells us, beaming at us.
"Er, thanks for the warm hospitability I guess." I said, awkwardly.
"Yeah, thanks. It means a lot." Marthe said, more confidently and Fake-Pamela nodded signaling to us that she knew what we were trying to say.
"Hey." Fake-Dean said, trying to flirt with her a bit and making Marthe, it seemed, look irritated.
"Look who's jealous now." I whispered in her ear but a bit too loudly since Fake-Bobby seemed to have heard and he just chuckled.
"Hi." Fake-Sam said, looking awkwardly at Fake-Dean and Fake-Pamela.
"Mmm-mmm-mmm. Dean Winchester. Out of the fire and back into the frying pan, huh? You're a rare individual." Fake-Pamela commented, looking him up and down.
"If you say so." Fake-Dean said, obviously still flirting with her.
Fake-Pamela gives him one last look before turning back to the house. "Come on in."
After Fake-Pamela has ushered everybody in Fake-Bobby starts asking all the questions,
"So, you hear anything?"
"Well, I Ouija'd my through a dozen spirits. No one knows who broke your boy out or why."
"So, what's next?"
"A séance, I think. See if we can find out who did the deed."
Both Marthe and I looked at each other with a worried expression. Even if we didn't believe in any of this stuff it didn't mean that things we didn't know about, such as séances, could become dangerous. We'd have to just brave it and try it out; first time for everything, as they always say.
"You're not gonna… summon the damn thing here." Fake-Bobby looked at her with a shocked expression.
"No. I just want a sneak peak at it. Like a crystal ball without the crystal." Fake- Pamela explained while walking into her lounge.
"I'm game." Fake-Dean announced while following her.
It takes a while for the table to be set up for the séance so Marthe and I sit comfortably on one of the couches and watch the whole thing being set up. Even though I didn't really truly believe in this stuff I still found it cool to watch.
"Who's Jesse?" Fake-Dean asked, looking at obviously what was a tattoo.
Fake-Pamela laughed, "Well, it wasn't forever."
Fake-Dean shrugged, "Hiss loss."
Fake-Pamela goes upto him with a smirk on her lips, "Might be your gain."
I have to laugh at the looks on both Marthe and Fake-Dean. Fake-Dean looks a little taken aback but recovers quickly to put on a flirty expression while Marthe looks at Fake-Pamela as if she wants to murder her.
"Someone's being a bit protective now, aren't we?" I asked, in a low voice.
"Oh, shut up. You'd be the same with Sam." Marthe shot back.
Fake-Pamela also winks at Fake-Sam, "You're invited too, grumpy."
Marthe smirked at me but I just shrug in response. Fake-Pamela flirting with Fake-Sam doesn't bother me in the way it bothers Marthe.
"You are NOT invited." Fake-Dean said, glaring at Fake-Sam which makes me want to giggle but I control it.
Finally, after the table is completed we all sit around it. I sit next to Fake-Sam while Marthe sits next to Fake-Dean.
"Right, take each other's hands." Fake-Pamela instructed, which we all do. It feels weird to be holding a fictional characters hand. I glanced at Marthe and I can tell she is fangirling inside right now.
"And I need to touch something our mystery monster touched." Fake-Pamela moved her hand down to Fake-Dean's leg and he jumped from her touch earning her a glare from Marthe.
"Woah. Well, he didn't touch me there." Fake-Dean explained.
"My mistake." Fake-Pamela apologized, looking smug.
Fake-Dean looks worried before he pulls down his shirt to reveal the mark. There a few sharp glances from those who haven't seen it before but everyone remains silent.
"Okay." Fake-Pamela nodded.
With Fake-Pamela's hand on the brand she chants after we've closed our eyes,
"I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle. I invoke, conjure, and command you, appear unto me before this circle."
Just as this is said the television flickers which makes Marthe and I jump out of our skin but Fake-Pamela stays calm,
"I invoke, conjure and command… Castiel? No. Sorry, Castiel, I don't scare easy."
"Castiel?" Fake-Dean questions, just as Marthe and I look at each other knowlingly.
"It's name. It's whispering to me, warning me to turn back." Fake-Pamela continues.
There's white static now and the electricity starts to go crazy in the room.
"I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face. I conjure and command you, show me your face."
"Maybe we should stop." Fake-Bobby suggested, while looking around the room with a worried expression.
"That's the best idea I've heard all day." I answer back, earning myself yet another glare. How many glares have I had today? Probably 10.
Fake-Pamela ignored both of us, "I've almost got it. I command you, show me your face!"
In the next few seconds I feel like I'm in a film or something. The candles on the table go out of control and rise to the ceiling while they flare up; lighting up the whole room. Just as that's happening Fake-Pamela starts to scream; her eyes become filled with a hot-while flame and she collapses. Just as she does so everything stops in the room.
"Call 9-1-1!" Fake-Bobby – or Bobby? – cried.
Fake-Sam – or Sam? – launches out of the room to find a phone to use. Fake-Dean – or Dean? – runs over to where Fake-Pamela – or Pamela? – is lying on the ground. The sight gives me shivers; her eye sockets, when they are pulled back look like they've got nothing in them. They're empty.
"I can't see! I can't see! Oh god!' Pamela cried.
I looked over at Marthe who had a shocked look on her face. How could any of this be real? The even that had just taken place couldn't have been made up by any special effects team. This felt too real. Were we really in the world of Supernatural?
Whoo! Another chapter for another Thursday! Happy Thursday everyone! Mine's been not so great. Ive been feeling ill all day and laying on the couch and I've only just started to feel a bit back to normal but I still feel sickly. Ah well, at least I was well enough to post another chapter. I hope you liked this one. The girls are finally becoming aware of where they actually are, thank God. Marthe's chapter will be up next week. Now I need to go and catch up with TV since I haven't watched the Once Upon a Time, the Originals or the new Supernatural eps this week. I know, I'm such a bad fangirl. I'm planning on putting Once Upon a Time, Originals and the Vampire Diaries into this story since the girls know about those worlds but I'm just trying to plan where to put them in. I'm on chapter 16 and those characters still haven't made an appearance. I'll fit them in somehow xD Anyway, see you next Thursday! Have a great weekend/rest of the week! Toodles! x