Kayla
I stood up and blinked against the harsh lights as I looked around. Everything was back to normal, the books were on the desks, Sam's laptop was on top of them, and an empty bottle of beer was next to them. But Sam had taken his laptop to his room earlier so it could charge.
"Sam!" I yelled, looking around the room, something was off, only one table was being used. S and I normally used the other one, but my laptop wasn't there, nor was my blanket. I leant against the chair as I walked. I felt drained from the spell I had used to get here, but I wasn't sure I wanted to be here. "Sam? Dean?" I yelled again as my knees buckled.
I heard their heavy footsteps behind me as they stopped.
"Turn around." Dean.
"Dean, you're okay." I said, relief flooding me. I heard the gun click as I turned. "Dean? What's wrong?"
"Who are you? How did you get in here?" he asked as he pointed the gun at me.
"I'm Kayla, I live here."
"Like fuck you do." he replied, angry at me. "Sam, get in here. It's a kid."
"I'm 19 you fuck." I said as Sam entered the room.
"Oh sorry, a kid who can drive." Dean said.
"How did you get in here?" Sam asked.
"I told you, I live here." I replied before sucking in a breath. "We were fighting, a demon-"
"We?" Sam asked as he crossed his arms.
"Yes. Me, you, Dean, Sienna, Charlie, and Cas."
"You, with us?" Dean said, though he sounded like he was scoffing at the idea.
"I'm a hunter, and a witch. We met in England when you were tracking a demon." I replied.
"You're a witch?"
"Yes. Anyway back to what I was saying, we were fighting a demon, we were loosing because it had gotten us by surprise. There were more than one, and it had separated us. I was beaten up, a- as was Sam."
"Me?"
"Yeah. They got in the bunker somehow, I don't know. One followed Sienna and Dean from the tattoo parlour. It broke Dean's arm, stabbed Sienna, then I cast a spell to change the path."
"To change the path?" Dean asked as he lowered his gun.
"Yeah. I meant to go back in time and warn them of what happened." I said as I came to realise what had happened instead. "But it seems it put me on a different path."
"So you're saying, let me get this right." Sam said as he pulled his chair out and sat down. "That you're friends with us and, I assume, work cases with us."
"Yep." I said as I pulled a chair out, careful of the wound on my stomach that was slowly bleeding through the several layers of clothing.
"Right. And we got attacked by demons, here? You know they cant get in here right?"
"I know, that's why I'm confused as to how they got in."
"Alright so, let say you're telling the truth." Dean said.
"I am." I interrupted.
"Right, so why were the demons there, what did they want?"
"Yeah, I mean, we've pissed off a lot of demons, they've never come knocking on the door."
"We've pissed off more than you. Where I'm from, hell was split in half, those with Crowley, and those with an underling of Lilith. There was a civil war going on. Heaven wanted Crowley to win, but he was slowly loosing, so they asked us hunters to step in. and you being the Winchesters had a large sign over your head that read come fight me in demon." I sucked in a ragged breath and tried to stop my hands from shaking.
"We found a spell that would destroy them. Sienna and I did it, you didn't want us to, it cost S her life. We wiped out 12,000 in one hit."
"Damn. That'd piss anyone off."
"But you said she died. How did she get stabbed today, I assume this was a while ago." Sam asked.
"She was brought back to life by Crowley after she spent her time in hell. She's only been back 2 days."
"That sucks kid." Dean said as he sat down. "Were you close?"
"We- were we clo-? Yeah, known her a couple of years, we started hunting together."
"How old were you when you started hunting?" Sam asked, I could just make it out, I blinked back the blackness before replying.
"17, she was 19." I winced. "shit."
"Are you okay?"
"I got beat up pretty bad." I replied as I moved my hand, letting them see the blood seeping through my top. "I'm wearing 3 layers."
"Shit, why didn't you say?" Dean asked as he stood up and walked quickly to the kitchen, I knew there was a small firstaid kit in there. I tried to take of my top but I couldn't manage with the wounds.
"Here, let me help." Sam said as he took the tops and gently pulled them up over my head. I still hurt and I couldn't stop the swearing.
"Fuck- damn that hurts."
"Jeez, I'm not surprised." he said as he looked at the large bleeding wound on my stomach and the smaller cuts and bruises all over me. "This was the demon?"
"Yeah, they want me dead too, I helped S." I said as Dean came back with the first aid kit and a bottle of whisky.
"You had Whisky before?" he asked as I took if from him, I pulled the lid off and took a large sip, not even flinching at the bite anymore. "I'll take that as a yes." he said with a smile before looking at my stomach. It made me feel uncomfortable, I had never been slim, or in 'shape' though I could physically lift both of them.
"Sam, you wanna do this? You're hands are a lot steadier than mine." He said before holding it out to Sam. Sam looked up before nodding.
"Uh, sure." he said before opening it and grabbing the needle and thread, threading it before putting it down. He then grabbed a wipe and opened it. "Gonna hurt." he said.
"I know."
"So, Kayla, who was at the bunker with you, cause you said it wasn't just me and Sammy?"
"Oh uh- ah shit- um. Well there was S, Cas was there as well. He brought Charlie over when you called to him, cause we were chasing someone and we weren't sure who it was, you wanted back up."
"Wait, Charlie? Charlie Bradbury?"
"Yeah?" I said, questioning his tone.
"Bout this tall, long red hair? Raging lesbian?" he asked, gesturing at his shoulder.
"Yeah."
"She's alive?" Sam asked, looking up at me as he finished stitching the wound.
"She's not here?"
"No, she- uh- she died a couple of years ago."
"How?"
"She- uh- she got killed." Dean said before taking the bottle from me and taking a swig.
"How did you get that kind, smart girl killed?"
"Yeah, Sam, how did she get killed?" Dean asked looking at Sam.
"She was killed translating a book so that we could remove the mark of Cain from Dean."
"You- translating a book?"
"Yeah, it's a long story." Dean said taking another swig before putting the bottle down. "You should rest, you took one hell of a beating getting here." he said before offering me a hand up. I took it and we started down the hall. "You lived here?"
"Yeah."
"Which one was your room?" he asked as I tried to take more of my weight.
"That one." I said as I pointed to one a few doors down. He nodded and helped me over there, opening the door.
"Sorry for holding a gun to your head, seems you've had a rough day."
"Yeah, but it's understandable, the bunkers supposed to be impenetrable." I replied as I walked over to the bed and slowly laid down.
"I'll make you something to eat, we need to figure out how to get you back to your dimension."
"That sounds like a good idea." I replied before yawning, I was drained. But hey, even this dimension Dean had a thing for cooking. Maybe he'll let me cook. I smiled at that as Dean closed the door and started down the hall.
I woke up to the knock on the door.
"Kayla, hey." Sam. He opened the door slowly before entering. "Dean made you pancakes, his hands might be too shaky to stitch wounds but he sure can flip pancakes." he said with a smile as he sat down on my bed as I pulled my legs up. I took the plate with a smile.
"Ya'll are being really kind to me considering how mad this story sounds."
"It's not that mad. The hard part is finding how to get you back."
"I have an idea, but it involves someone being alive." I said before taking a mouthful of pancake.
"Oh yeah?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows and turning to look at me.
"Well, if our dimensions are very similar that means that there has to be a Sienna in your world. But, she has to be alive." I said before finishing the pancakes and putting the plate on the side.
"Any ideas on how we contact her?"
"I don't know her number anymore, she's used so many burner phones. Sides, this Sienna may not even have the same number." I said as Sam stood up.
"Well, I'll search her name. See if that comes up with anything."
"You guys use so many names, you really think you didn't teach us to use different names?" I asked as I stood up slowly.
"Fair point, but it's still worth checking." Sam said before walking out of the room. I followed him and sat down at the desk, opposite his normal seat. "So, what's her full name?"
"Sienna Jay Duff." I said with a small smile.
"Good memories huh?" Sam asked making me look up.
"A few yeah, stupid ones as well."
"Oh there's always stupid ones. So, a few hits." he said making me stand and walk over to his side as Dean walked into the room drinking a beer.
"What're we doing?"
"Looking for our Sienna." Sam replied as I read through the hits. One of them was a news article saying that she had saved her head masters life. The others were a birth record, and a plane ticket to the states.
"So she's in America."
"Seems it."
"Alright, so what do we do now?" Dean asked making me drum my fingers against the desk.
"We call her mum."
"What?"
"Her mum. She always calls her mum, at least once a week. If anyone know where she is it's her mum." I said before pulling my phone from my pocket, I looked at the cracked screen and the no signal sign and sighed.
"You're phone not working here?" Dean asked as he reached into his pocket. "Here use mine." he continued before handing me the cheap phone.
"Thanks." I said before dialling the number. The phone picked up almost instantly.
"Who is this?"
"Hi Debbie, it's a friend of Sienna's. I was wondering where she is, I have a gift for her." I replied.
"Holly? Is that you, last I heard she was staying at a place called the Jade Cosmos in Minneapolis, Minnesota."
"What's she doing in Minnesota? Thanks Debbie." I said before hanging up. By the time I handed Dean his phone back Sam was already typing the address into the search.
"The Jade Cosmos, is, apparently a strip club." he said as he raised his eyebrows.
"She's probably hunting." I said, Sam shrugged whilst Dean hmmed.
"Maybe. Either way, if we're gonna get you back to your world we need to get to her." he said " Its a long drive, we should get going." he continued before grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair and pulling it on.
"Were gonna need a picture, Kayla may not be able to move that much."
"I'll be fine, but I think thats a good idea." I said before grabbing my phone and flicking to the gallery, there were a a few pictures of her but they were all with me. "I don't have a decent photo of her, probably best to use one from the internet." I said. Sam nodded and pulled up facebook, typing in her name.
The latest post on the page was from two years ago, it was a picture of me nd her in our home town. The caption read, Out with this nerd again, gotta help her with her creative writing. Sam scrolled down until he found a decent picture of her, a picture of her student card and a picture of herself. How come I never look like me in the photos, I'm not that white.
"This one will do." Sam said, printing the picture out and grabbing it before getting up. He shoved it in his pocket before starting to the garage. I followed him slowly, still in pain. "Still sore?" he asked as he slowed down to my pace.
"Yeah." I replied as I winced and looked down at the bloodied shirts. "Not sure I''ll be allowed into the club looking like this." I said with a smile, Sam laughed.
"Yeah, sorry we don't have any clothes for you." Sam said with a quick smile before opening the door to the garage. I walked towards the car and smiled when I saw it, it was the exact same as the one from my dimension, the same shiny black colour, the same carving, the same.
"Hey Baby, you keep an eye on them." I said quietly as I walked over and opened the door.
"Come on Sam." Dean said as he gripped the wheel impatiently. I looked out the window as Sam sat down. Dean looked over his shoulder at me before starting out of the garage. "So, what's Sienna like, what can we expect?"
"Yeah, will she be calm or will she be angry, will she fight us?" Sam added.
"She's part Scottish, what do you think? Oh and part Brazilian."
"Well, she's not gonna be easy to convince." Dean said before leaving the garage.
"Never said she would be." I replied before leaning against the seat and closing my eyes. The thrum of the engine lulled me to sleep.