Two chapters in one day? Whaattt? Haha only because I love you guys! Anyways, for my transformers reviewers: patience, grasshoppers! I will post it up by the end of this week! It's a work in process ^_^

Well here's chapter three

(S/N)

-future quotes/cast are from Supernatural

-future lyrics belong to its original song writers

-Future Charlie's quotes belongs to The Perks of being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

-I only own my OC's and minor OOC'S.

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Chapter three: Walking on Air

"Little creepy girl with her little creepy face, saying funny things that you have never heard. Do you know what it's all about? Are you brave enough to figure out? Know that you could set your world on fire? If you're strong enough to figure to leave your doubts."

-Kerli

Dear friend,

This ward is full of suffering and souls that needs to be saved. I am not part of them, but I do want to be saved, I want to escape this prison and if I don't leave any time soon, I feel like I am going to die in here.

Today, Dr. Wells talked to me and tried to make sense of what I was trying to tell her. My gut tells me that I shouldn't tell her the complete truth, hell; it tells me that I shouldn't be talking to her at all. My inner voice tells me to lie, but I can't.

I was assigned to Dr. Wells since day one. She isn't a bad person, but you can never know who she really is behind that mask. Her real name is Antoinette Wells; tall, blond hair, fair skin, blue eyes, and very attractive. Male nurses try to woo her but she always waves them off or led them on. I hate having a session with her, especially when she asks me a lot of questions, and they are always the same questions but she always rephrases them. I sat on the dark brown leathered couch and started to bite my nails.

He always hated when I did that, he was trying to get rid of my 'nasty habit'.

"You make me nervous when you do that." He used to tell me.

"Then don't look at me, Winchester." I said.

"I'm not going to stop looking after you just because you're biting your nails."

"Then quit complaining." I responded as I looked at him, knowing that I won this small argument. I looked at him, at his perfection, his straight jaw, his short cropped hair, green eyes, his way of being.

"You always got something to say, don't you." He responded after a while and I chuckled as I looked outside the window. From the reflection of the mirror, I could see him smile as well.

I bit my tongue, already yearning to say his name but I won't. I promised myself on not to say his name because saying his name hurts more than having memories. I sank deeper in the couch and heard the door open; I didn't have to look up to see who it is. I heard her heals clinking against the white marbled floors.

"Good morning Sammy." She greeted.

"Sam." I corrected. It was the same routine as always, and she only does it to piss me off. I heard her shuffling the papers and I looked up at her. Today she was wearing a black pencil skirt, a blue satin blouse, black heels; she had white pearl necklace and a pair of pearled earrings on each side of her ears. Her hair was pulled up into a styled up bun with her bangs pulled to the side of her forehead. Her makeup was light, a touch of pink lipstick and mascara.

Dr. Wells placed her pen down and looked at me with her intense blue eyes, "so I was told that you didn't eat your breakfast this morning." She stated. I shrugged my shoulder, "Is that what the tech wrote?"

She nodded, I just sighed, "Let me guess, I'm not allowed to participate in recreation today."

"If you know your punishment, then why mention it? Why don't you eat and do what you're supposed to do?" she pointed out. I closed my eyes and shook my head, "Dr. Wells, if you're not hungry you won't eat, right? If you don't want to do something, then why do it?"

"Because you need the energy and because those are the rules."

"Rules are made to be broken." I told her.

"So, you're the Joker now?" she asked.

"Is that what the papers says?" I pointed out again and she rolled her eyes. While she was writing in her papers, I looked at her office. Her office was just any other room in this building; so depressing looking, white walls, brown mahogany desk with personal pictures and Dell's computer. On the wall, she had books; I assumed they were medical books. I always wanted to get close to take a look at them but I never got the chance. You just come in a minute before the Doctor, take a seat and chat for about 37 minutes.

Dr. Wells would ask me the same questions as always; have I had any dreams lately? Am I taking my meds regularly? Am I participating? What are my eating habits? Sleeping habits? Is anyone bothering me? And lastly, have I seen him? To each question that she would ask me, I would say what any Doctor likes to hear, the opposite of my real answers.

As soon the session was over, I didn't waste any second in that room and walked out. I walked out and met up with Cindy at our usual spot which was at the common room. We sat together at the same long gray couch; she leaned against the side of the armrest as I just lay down and rested my head on her lap. I felt her hand going through my hair, doing what she usually does, playing with it. I miss our long hair, but ever since we got here, it was part of the rule to have our hair cut past our shoulder length. Why? I do not know, but I don't like it. It bothers me and my neck is always cold now because of that.

I stared at the white ceiling; I noticed a light brown color at the corners of the ceilings. As if someone splashed coffee but at the same time it reminded me of sulfur. I remember a few weeks ago I smelled sulfur coming from the kitchen. I started to panic when I smelled it but I didn't say anything, I just ran back to my room afraid that if I said anything or freak out, the nurses would have to sedate me and restrain me once again.

Cindy tried to braid my hair but it was a fail so she sighed in defeat. I felt her hand gripping on my hair lightly, "I miss them, Sammy. I miss him, I hate this place." I felt her move her legs, "Do you think they will find us and get us out?" she spoke in a low voice just in case the techs hear us and think we are going insane again. I bit the inside of my mouth and shrugged. I felt her tug on my hair again, "Ow!" I sat up and rubbed my head where she tugged on my hair.

"Please don't tell me that you are brain washed and that they don't exist." She told me as she looked at me angrily. I pulled my legs up and sat crossed legged, she was upset and mad. I noticed she'd been like that lately, she's losing hope and she is now relaying on me.

"I'm not brained washed, Cindy." I assured her.

"Then tell me that they are coming." I didn't say it. I just couldn't, because that means that I would be lying to her and keeping her hopes up.

"I don't know if they are. If they were, we would've left long time ago."

"Maybe they're planning on it." she sounded hopeful.

"It's been six months, Cindy." I pointed out.

"Sam wouldn't leave us here." I didn't respond, "De- "I placed my hands on each side of my ears as she said his name. It was a habit, every time Cindy or anyone say his name I would cover my ears and think of something else. Sometimes, when I get random flashbacks and I don't want to be reminded of us, I place a pillow over my face and scream and say "nononononononono" repeatedly until it goes away.

Cindy got up and standed in front of me, with both hands on her hips as she glared at me, "So you refuse to believe that they existed? That they saved our lives? That we actually had a life with them?"

I looked at my white snickers; I noticed a small dark spot on the tip of my shoe and it was starting to bother me. I closed my eyes; what do I believe? I saw Cindy's shoes tapping lightly, waiting for me to respond, I looked up at her already feeling like I am going to tear up but I just held it in and said, "I refuse to believe that what we had is lost. But I don't know what to believe, Cindy, I'm not crazy but this place is making me crazy and making me believe what doesn't exist, exist." A mind fuck. They are making us delusional. I placed both hands on my face as I just started to cry, Cindy knelt down and wrapped her arms around me. She rocked us both as she tried to comfort me, "Believe in us, Sammy. Hold on to that and soon enough we will be out of this place."

It's the only thing that I held on to since we got here.

I feel like that is what Cindy likes to do, makes me feel sad and depressed when she reminds me of all these things. But it's the truth and we won't deny it. Lunch time came and then it was time for vital checks. The day passed by fast surprisingly until recreation time came. I thought I was going to be taken out as punishment but it was changed and I was told that I will be cleaning the bathrooms at 8.

I was going to miss closure group, and for a moment I was happy.

Cleaning the bathroom was a nightmare but I managed to pull through. The whole time I was supervised by the tech that snitched on me for not eating my breakfast. Not one second did he take his eyes off of me, I felt eye raped.

Again, it went back to the same routine, take the pill and lie in the tiny itching bed. It was the same cycle for every new day, nothing different.

This week went by fast, but there are some days felt internal and other days that would go by fast. Today wasn't any different from any other day; Cindy and I were walking down the halls when we noticed a young teenager screaming as two tech men rushed towards her and held her while a nurse ran down the halls with a needle in her hand; ready to sedate her. The girl was kicking, screaming, and biting one of the techs and screaming, "He's coming! The Fallen Angel is coming and you will all pay for this!" she shouted. A lot of patients stopped and watched what was going on while the rest of the techs tried to tell us to keep on walking.

The teenager looked at Cindy and me before the nurse sedated her and said, "He's coming." I looked at Cindy and she had a grim look on her face. One of the techs looked at us as they pushed the patients to move. Cindy and I walked past by the girl and not once did she break eye contact with us and smiled slowly as the medication took effect.

"Cindy?" I called her out that night. I heard her mumbling in respond. I lay on my side and looked at her back.

"The girl that we saw earlier, what does she mean by 'he's coming'?" I already knew the answer but I wanted to hear her say it, confirm it. She didn't respond but after a while, she turned her back against the wall and looked at me.

"Do you think Cas is trying to tell us something?" I asked. He was the only fallen angel that we know. Cindy placed a hand under her pillow and shrugged her shoulder, "Maybe, or maybe she is the crazy one." She smiled. I shook my head, "I don't think she's crazy."

"We are all crazy at some point." She said and smiled, she noticed that I was starting to get scared again, "Don't worry, Sam. If Castiel wanted to communicate with us, then his feather ass would appear in this room." She was right, but what if Cas can't communicate with us? Don't forget that there are Anti-Angel symbols that keep them out.

Thinking about Cas made me think about Him. That night when we were rescued, that night when we thought we were dead.

You know that there's a saying that when you're dying you see the light? Well, I did see the light and I was half dead. Or so that is what Sam said. I was still conscious and I saw my surroundings, where we were. I saw Cindy's body but she was still unconscious. I tried to move but my wrists, and ankles were tied up. I tried to say something but my mouth was covered by a bandana. I saw a man leaning against a random wooden desk, candle lights lit up at every corner of the room that we were placed in. I recognized him, I knew who is. I hate myself for thinking of this by that time, but for a man of his age, he wasn't bad looking but any yellow-eyed demon would chose a good looking human to use as a vessel and deep down he is ugly looking.

He had his arms wrapped across his chest and smiled at me, "Alive are we?" he chuckled. I wanted to piss in my pants, I was scared and I didn't know what was going on and why I am trapped at a room with an actor with my best friend. But he was no actor and I did piss in my pants. The yellow-eyed demon walked to where I was and with a cold finger he traced my jaw line and leaned down, his face inches away from mine.

"Weak, but alive." He murmured at me. He took the bandana away from my mouth.

"Azazel." I said with a hoarsed voice. He opened his arms and bowed down, "Pleasure to meet you, Miss. Samantha." He smiled. At that moment, I didn't believe it was him, I thought it was Fredric Lehne. I closed my eyes, "You're not real." I muttered.

He laughed once again, "This is real as it can get, sweetie." I felt disgusted, ill, I felt dirty. I looked at Cindy and I saw her moving her trying to move her leg and mumble. I looked back at the demon and he just stood there like a creep, smiling like he ever does.

"Please tell me that this is some sick joke. That it's all in my head." I half cried. The more I talked the more my throat burned. My thoughts by that time were that I died, and that's what I got for watching Supernatural. And now, I was stuck with the demon himself for the rest of the eternity as a punishment. Azazel smirked, "It could be all in your head, and your brain is a very powerful organ. Makes you see things that is not there; things that doesn't even exist." Another mind fuck at that moment.

And he is right. Your brain is a powerful organ that can make you see things that is not even there but only you can control what is real and what is not. What you believe; real life or fantasy. By then, it seemed that I was trapped in my own fantasy.

I shut my eyes closed, "You're not real." He just laughed again.

"Keep telling yourself that, honey."

"You died," I said, "When the Devils gate opened; you got killed by Dean and his dad." Azazel just laughed as I explained, "Is that what the some TV show showed you?" I just saw his body shaking in laughter and I just cried.

Cindy woke up and screamed as she saw him, she screamed for her dear life and Azazel just doubled over as he laughed. It looked like he enjoyed seeing someone in pain and in agony. Then again, he would enjoy it since he is a demon. I don't remember much about that night, but God, did it feel like eternal and for the first time at that moment I did wished and prayed to be dead.

I don't know if anyone noticed that we were missing or hear us screaming at the darkest of the nights. Azazel prodded us, pocked us, tested us, inserted chemicals in our body, opened up wounds and sow them back and all the time we asked why? Why is he doing this? And his response was; to prevent us from meeting our destiny.

What is our destiny? We don't know but we know a lot knows and they won't tell us. The Winchester's doesn't know, Cindy and I don't know, but I know that Cas knows.

It was the last night before he tried to convert us into one of his. I was weak; I can barely keep my eyes open. I didn't know what Cindy condition was by that time but I did hear her voice telling me to keep my eyes open. I remember Azazel had his arm over me and a knife across his wrist.

"Drink it," he demanded. Even though I was weak I managed to speak, "I thought it only works for babies." I told him.

He smiled, "Works for all ages, sweetie. Now open." I didn't open my mouth, I tried to keep it shut but I felt his fingers forcing to open my mouth. To be honest, I don't remember a lot, but one minute I felt a warm liquid on my lip and the next minute Cindy managed to push him off me.

"Get the hell away from her!" she shouted at him. I remember seeing two men busting in and pulled Cindy away from Azazel, I remember Sam untying me and carrying me and the last thing I remember was looking up and Cindy looking down at me with a worried look telling me, "Stay with me, Sammy. Stay with me."

I never believed in the whole Angel, Demon, devil things. Besides, it was a show or so that is what I thought. They were characters, but apparently they are real life characters.

The pill are taking effects now, I felt my eyelids heavy but I started to see his face again and the young teenager. Something is about to happen, something big. I know it and I can feel it. But like a coward that I am, I wanted to run and hide. That was the only thing that I was good at.

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