Chapter Ten: Yes, Sir.
Reina knew, somehow, that Dean was mad at her. That he didn't like her. And that made her eyes fill with tears faster than she could wipe them.
"Hey, it's going to be fine. You're going to be okay." Sam helped her lie down properly, and sat in the front seat, turning back to talk to her. "But I made a huge mistake. And it made you guys worry and it just – I never wanted to interrupt your lives. I wished to be here but not like this." She closed her eyes, leaning her head back into the seat.
"Then how did you wish to be here?" Sam asked. "I wanted to be here, hunting with you, reading the lore, doing the research. Oh, ah-ah-ah," She winced as she moved a little bit, "I wanted to travel the roads with you and Dean, the Impala roaring with us, shooting and slashing and – saving people, hunting things, the family business. I wanted to HELP – I wanted to have this family." She blinked, her gaze shifting from Sam to the ceiling of the car.
"Oh." Sam couldn't think of what to say. Before he could reply though, they heard Dean opening the car door. "Let's go. You believe us now, kid?" Dean asked, looking back at Reina.
"Yes." She glimpsed at Dean and backed away, answering meekly. "Good."
"You won't pull such a stupid stunt again?" Dean turned front, starting the car. "No, sir." The title slipped from her unconsciously.
"Good." Dean gruffly barked the last word, as he reversed the car and sped up. Sam glanced back at her, noticing the closed eyes and a tear on her cheek. "Dean." He nudged his brother, to tell him to stop being so hard. But Dean didn't pay any attention.
Sometimes Dean became their father – a thing he so desperately tried not to be. His anger needed time to cool off, so the whole ride back was spent in absolute silence.
Once Sam had helped her to her room, and she'd gone to sleep with some painkillers in her, Sam went to see Dean.
"How did she get that idea, Dean?" Sam asked Dean, who sat in a chair in his room, contemplating a bottle. At Sam's voice, he put down the bottle and stood to face his brother. "What idea, Sammy?"
"I just wanted to know. Why did she suddenly think this was her Djinn's world?"
"She just – I don't know, Sammy. I don't remember. We were talking, about her being here, I think, and then she said she just wished she was here and then suddenly she started saying all these things," Dean shrugged his arms, following to sit on the bed with Sam.
"What things? What did she say?"
"She said this universe was her ideal – sort of her imagination of what the – what that damn show story should be. That's her dream. That's why her Djinn world looks like - Like her ideal world with us had Bobby instead of -of Mom, and You never got taken by that evil British chick – she knew about that – about the British men of letters –
"But I – I did get captured by them. We met the Brits."
"I – didn't get a chance to tell her that." Dean suddenly realized. "Damn it. I could have told her this. Maybe –
"Dean!"
"What?"
"It's not - not your fault."
"I handed her the goddamn knife, Sammy!"
"I would have too."
"I can't - I don't know why I trusted her." Dean looked so shocked at admitting that. "She's trouble, Sam. We barely met her, and in 24 hours she came close to dying. What the hell is wrong in this world, Sam?
"I don't know, Dean. But I do know we're good at dealing with trouble." Sam smiled a half-wane smile. "Just don't beat yourself up about it."
"Right." Dean scoffed. "It's just -I can't believe someone's Djinn world would be this. Us, hunting, stranded in this universe." Dean looked at the ceiling, staring into nowhere.
"Did you know what she said to me? She said she wants to hunt with us – saving people, hunting things, the family business – these exact words." Sam looked at his brother.
"Oh – um So?"
"These are your words. I kept thinking about them – they felt familiar. I knew I'd heard them before. And then it just popped into my head. You said these words, back when - I don't remember exactly when."
"I bet she will," Dean smirked.
"Yup." Sam smiled, and suddenly the air felt lighter.
Meanwhile, back in Cas's car, Bobby and he shared all the news they had collected yet. Men of letters weren't showing up on the radar. There was not much, but some news of Lucifer, on the other hand.
"So what? He's looking for a vessel?" Bobby asked Castiel as they reached the bunker, hearing the whole tale of Rowena blasting Lucifer.
"Yeah. And he's jumping them very fast."
"But how are we supposed to know where or which vessel?" Bobby pointed out. "I'll keep an eye out. So will Crowley."
"Oh, good, because Crowley is so trustworthy." Bobby's sarcasm was half-hearted; he knew they needed to keep Crowley around sometimes. "What about this girl though? She says she's from another universe?" Castiel and Bobby entered the bunker, settling at the library table. Reina's blood was still on the floor.
"Yeah. She sort of knows what happens next, since she watched the -TV show, but – it's really confusing." Bobby tried to explain.
"Oh. Perhaps we should talk to her, once she is in a better condition." Cas said. "We need to figure out how to capture and send Lucifer back into the cage. We cannot afford for him to get hold of Rowena and make his vessel permanent."
"I'll look into it."