"HEY! Open the damn door!"
"Yeah, this is a public restroom, come on".
It was so dark and Lena couldn't remember what had happened. She wished that the people would stop banging so she could think. The banging stopped, she'd obviously said that out loud then? If only the banging in her head would stop too. She sat up, flinching as glass fragments fell from her hair, hitting the floor with a sound that reminded her vaguely of wind chimes. Why.. Why was she on the floor in a bathroom? She must have passed out... After.. Er... What? Her eyes! They were... Black, her eyes were black, had been black... She stood rapidly, listing as her legs protested her movement, her back slammed against a wall. At the same time, her hands grazed against the sink and she grasped it hard anchoring herself a little. Lena forced herself to look up, she stared into the mirror, searching her face for evidence of what she had seen before. No black eyes. Her irises were their normal boring dark blue, verging on grey. This was mad, it didn't make any sense.
"Jesus girl, hurry the hell up".
She had forgotten that people were waiting on her to make a move.
"I'm sorry, I'm a little disorientated, I'll be out shortly".
"Yeah yeah, just get out!"
She sighed and tried to get her feet moving, lurching forward too quickly she thrust out her hands and pushed back hard against the bathroom door. Stumbling slightly she grabbed onto the handle then, steadying herself, she yanked it open.
"Finally, you know it's rude to keep people waiting like that".
"Yeah, it's called a public restroom for a reason, god".
The women that had been waiting shoved past Lena, who only stayed upright thanks to her tight hold on the door handle. After they moved around her, she reached out with her free hand, gripped the inside of the door frame and tugged herself forward out of the bathroom. It was even darker now than it had been when she appeared here, maybe that was why she didn't notice the young boy leaning against the wall until he spoke.
"Hey, I'm sorry bout' them, I think the heat got to em' today".
"Oh.. Uh, it's alright, thank you, I can understand their frustration".
"Good.. That's good, are ya'll aright? You look pretty pale".
"I'm fine, just.. Where are we?"
"Town centre, you sure you're alright?"
"The town centre of which town?"
"Um.. Amarillo town centre, how come you don't know where you are?"
"It's a very long story. You mean Amarillo in Texas, right?"
"Of course I mea- What is wrong with you? You're not right, what happened to you!?"
"Nothing, thank you for your help".
Spinning round, Lena hurried away before the boy could query her any further. Amarillo was fairly near Kansas, wasn't it? She had an inkling that they were almost next to each other, she'd need a map to confirm that, surely if she was in the town centre there would be a information kiosk for tourists? If she could confirm she was right, then she could try to find the Men of Letters Bunker...If she was correct in thinking she was in.. well, the Supernatural world... which was the only conclusion she could come to that didn't leave her completely helpless. She had no idea if the Winchesters would be there yet though, she wasn't sure how the timeline of Supernatural fit with her own, or even if she was in the same year here.. time travel was definitely possible in this universe.
"Mind where you're walkin' girl".
She'd gotten too wrapped up in her thoughts, fuck. She had to pay more attention if she was in the world she thought she was in.
"I'm sorry sir, I was caught up in thought".
The man raised his eyebrows and snorted derisively.
"I think anyone could have seen that honey".
He was looking enquiringly at her.
"Ahaha, yes.. well, I'm.. lost".
"Well, where you tryin' to get to?"
"I was hoping that there was an.. er.. information kiosk somewhere here?"
The man ran a hand through his hair, Lena could see his forehead wrinkle in concentration. A moment or two passed before he focused back on her.
"I'm not sure if it's exactly what you want, but the library has an information section for tourists?"
"That's perfect, could you direct me towards there?"
Ten minutes and a street by street breakdown of how to reach Amarillo's down-town library later, Lena managed to extract herself and set off down the brightly lit high street, waving at the man as she went. A further ten or so minutes passed before she sighted the library, she sped up her steps, glad to notice that it still appeared to be open. She reached the large double doors and shouldered them open bodily in her haste to get in before it closed or something else impossible happened. Maybe she should stop referring to insane things as impossible now on another note? That was definitely something to consider she thought wryly.
Entering the large building, she made a beeline towards a battered looking desk at the opposite end of the room, straight across from her. Glancing around as she walked, Lena noticed a sign about student I.D's which brought to the front of her mind the fact that she had none, or any papers at all for that matter. She doubted it would be too much trouble here, where she only intended to ask for information. She didn't know very much about travel in America though, she could be required to show her passport to get through the country. Lena rose out of her thoughts just in time, if she had stayed submerged any longer she'd have knocked right into the desk. She tapped gently on the desktop to attract the attention of the harried looking middle aged woman who was jabbing at her keyboard slowly, as a lot of the older generation did, using only her index fingers. The lady started somewhat, before fixing her gaze on Lena.
"Yes, can I help you?"
"Er, yes, I was told that you had an information place for tourists here?"
"You're looking at it, we're closing soon so could you try and keep whatever problems you have to a ten minute time limit".
"I need a map of Amarillo, plus any information you have that would help me get to Lebanon in Kansas".
The woman, her name tag said Helen, widened her eyes, apparently shocked at the abruptness of the statement before leaning down behind the desk and fumbling about, muttering about the young generation as she did. Eventually she popped back up, fixing her hair with one hand and holding out a couple of leaflets with the other. She waved them in Lena's face until she reached out and seized them. They crumpled as she tried to straighten out and align them in her hands, giving up after a moment, she shoved them in her coat pocket, she'd look at them after she found somewhere to stay.
"Anything else?"
"Ahh, do you know if there are any.. Um, youth hostels, or maybe a homeless shelter around here?"
Helen gave her directions to a nearby youth hostel, they were less precise than those given to her by the man she'd knocked into earlier, but still usable. Lena thanked her and exited the library, venturing out into the street again. It was significantly darker now than it had been when she had appeared in Amarillo. As she wandered down the street, she squinted up at street-lights that were more rounded than the ones she was accustom to and hung off curved stems, they reminded her of angler fish. She grinned tightly, Anna would have found that thought hilarious if she were here. Lena had been avoiding thoughts like this, should probably continue to do so, she couldn't panic or something might explode again. On that note... what was she? Another line of thought she perhaps ought to avoid, though she was obviously not the same person here as she was in her own world, she had caused a man to bleed from his eyes, her eyes had turned black and she had caused a light bulb to shatter. Black eyes spoke of a demon, but she didn't crave violence like they seemed to in the show.
Lena sighed and forced herself to stop speculating and focus on her more immediate problems. She would need money for the youth hostel, she reached into her pocket for her purse and sifted though all the compartments. She had three pounds and forty seven pence. That wouldn't even cover the cost of a money exchange service, bloody fantastic, she'd been sure she had more than that on her. She slowed her pace and gritted her teeth, maybe she should be looking for a sheltered outdoor area to rest in instead. Glancing around she saw she'd left the busiest section of the town, she was walking through a more.. residential area, she supposed, now. Maybe there would be a park she could sleep in or something. What a cliché, she though, a bit hysterically. Running her hand through her hair, she sped up again to try and catch up with the couple that had been strolling along ahead of her for several minutes now.
"Hey, excuse me?"
"Uh, yeah?"
"I'm.. well... Er, I'm supposed to be meeting a friend at the park, but I've gotten myself a tad lost, could you point me the right direction?"
Lena prayed to a God she still couldn't quite believe in despite new, fairly damning evidence, that she was near some kind of park.
"There's a kiddy park in the next block, could be the one ya'll want".
"Thank you!"
Overtaking the couple, she traversed the short distance between the block she was on and the next at a fast pace. Arriving in the next block, the park caught her attention before she had fully begun to search it out, light from the nearby street-light reaching the blocky children's apparatus's and illuminating slashes of the bold primary coloured paintwork. Furtively checking behind her, Lena pulled the rusting gate open flinching as it screeched out in protest. She slipped in and legged it out of the light. There was a slide off to the side of the park that had wide wooden wings stretching out either side of it, forming a kind of tent shape. When she got in close she saw there were dented mental benches underneath it, just wide enough to lay out on. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead on the edge of one of the wooden wings for a moment, taking several steadying breaths and the, crouching down, she shuffled under the structure and slumped down hard onto the bench. Sliding onto her side, she huddled under her coat and tried not to think of her situation or the danger she could be in. It took a long while for Lena's eyes to grow heavy, but eventually they did and she fell into a fitful slumber.