I must warn you to not get to attached to Theodora. That is it. Now read :)
Chapter 7
When she woke up the next morning, the light had poured in through the open window. Although she swore last night the curtains were closed. Bob was laying on the foot of the bed. He must have come in when she was asleep. She groaned and pulled the blanket over her head.
"Wake up Apple-pie." Dean's tired voice said.
"Piss off, I'm tired." She said, swatting her hand at him, but he caught it. She groaned and Dean rolled his eyes
"I'm serious. Get the hell outta bed." He said. Koven groaned and sat up, pulling her hand away from Dean's. She pushed her hair out of her face and looked tiredly up at Dean who's eyes were half open and his hair was messed up.
"You still look like shit." She mumbled and Dean let out a sleepy chuckle.
"Don't look to good yourself either." He said. She rolled her eyes and yawned, running a hand through her tangled hair. Bob stood up and hopped off the bed, walking around it, then resting on top of Dean's left foot.
"He does that." Koven mumbled, pushing the blankets off her. Dean slowly got Bob off his foot, then looked at Koven. He held his hand out.
"Come on. I wanna check on the wound when I have a little more lighting." He said. She let him pull her to her feet, then help her to the bathroom connected to the room. He lifted her by her hips onto the counter before beginning to unwrap the bandage. She winced when she saw the small, red hole that Dean had sowed up last night. Bob decided to run and hide under neath the bed now.
"Hey, about last night..." She began. Dean looked up.
"Hey, hey. Remember. No chick flick moments right?" He gave a small smile and she nodded. "Well it is looking better, and you can walk... for the most part. I say that you should stay off it for the day." He said, beginning to wrap it up again.
"How will I get around then?" She asked. She set the rest of the bandage on the counter, and to answer, he put one arm under her knees and one on the middle of her back, lifting her up. She let out a surprised squeak. Her arms immediately made their way around his neck. "When will you not be carrying me?" She asked.
"Once your leg is healed." He said, making his way towards the stairs. She let out an exaggerated sigh, but then looked at Dean who was looking at the stairs below his feet.
"I might have to break my leg more often." She smirked. He rolled his eyes tiredly as he made his way down the stairs. In the main room were Bobby and Sam. They looked at the two and Sam raised an eyebrow.
"I'm going to get dressed. Make sure she stays off her feet." Dean said tiredly before setting her down on the nearest chair. Koven leaned back, crossing her arms in a small pout as Dean walked away.
"So. How you doin' Koven?" Sam asked.
"Yeah kid. You took a lot over the past few days." Bobby said. She put on her best smile.
"I'm feeling just fine. 'cept the pain in my ankle and the bullet holes." She nodded. Sam nodded and began doing... well whatever he was doing. Koven began to hum the familiar 'Carry on my Wayward Son' as she sat there, messing with her own fingers and sometimes her hair.
Dean soon came back, hair mostly tamed, eyes open, and dressed in day clothing. Koven yawned, putting her hand over her mouth.
"How are you still tired kid? You've slept all day for the past two days." Bobby said.
"I don't know... I'm just..." She yawned again. "Tired." She said, trying to rub the sleep from her eyes again. Dean went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer. He walked over to Koven and handed it to her. She tiredly opened it and yawned before she took a sip, which she then gagged on.
"You okay?" Sam asked. She nodded.
"I've actually never had beer before." She said with a slight chuckle.
"Then why do you keep your fridge stocked with it?" Dean asked. She looked up.
"Just in case you guys came over." She said. She set it down on the nearby table. For the next few hours, the boys searched threw some stuff and Sam searched on his lap top, looking for a new hunt. And during this, Dean helped Koven around or got her something to do, such as getting her to the bathroom so she could change and brush her hair and teeth.
Sooner or later, Koven, now cleaned up and dressed in a pair of ripped up shorts, an orange t-shirt, a blue plaid over-shirt and black converse began to play air guitar while humming 'Jessie's girl'. Dean looked at at her when she was in the middle of an air guitar solo. He rolled his eyes and continued to work. She glanced up and looked at each of the boys. Bobby was looking through stacks of papers, Dean was looking through a book and Sam was still on his lap top.
"Koven, do you know about any other cases right now?" Dean finally sighed.
"I was wondering when you would ask." She said. "Dean, get me to the car." She said.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because I am a right footed driver, and my right leg is just fine. Get me to the goddamn car and I'll drive." She said, looking at him with the most serious face she could manage.
"Koven you're not going anywhere right now."
"Stop worrying about me you bastard and get me to the fucking Impala." She said, but inside her head she was arguing with Theodora. Finally Theodora yelled in agreement to her wishes and everyone felt a breeze blow over them, and the sun had suddenly set. Koven looked at her leg and began to unwrap her ankle.
"Hey kid what are you doing? What the hell just happened?" Bobby asked. Once the bandage was odd, they saw her ankle. The swelling had completely gone down.
"It's the power of having something in your head that controls the world around you." She said. "You see. The force that brought me here... Her name is Theodora. And she can control just about everything. She can speed up time, slow it down. But she doesn't like doing it. I had to scream at her." She stood up and hissed at the pain of her upper leg. She began to walk, only slightly limping towards the door. Then she squeaked when she was lifted off the ground.
"Winchester." She growled. He ignored her and began to head towards the door. "My ankles just fine you know." She raised an eyebrow, but he continued to ignore her.
"Where are we going?" Sam asked. She glanced over at the taller, yet younger Winchester brother, and smirked.
"Nebraska." She said. Dean stopped at the car and set her down. She took the keys from his pocket and he gave her a small glare.
"Sam and Bobby in the back. Or. You know, whatever seating you'd like. Bobby could take his truck and whatnot." She said before unlocking the Impala doors.
Bobby took his truck and Sam was able to squeeze his long legs into the back seat while Dean got in the passengers seat. Koven started up the Impala and began to listen to directions Theodora fed her in a rather annoyed tone. They drove for a few hours, Sam falling asleep in the back while music blared from the radio.
Neither Koven or Dean spoke. Bobby had called Dean to make sure Koven knew where she was going, and when Koven didn't answer Dean's question, he just said yes, even though he wasn't one hundred percent sure himself.
This is stupid. I'm not supposed to speed up time for anyone or anything. I shouldn't have done any of this.
"Shut up." Koven mumbled.
"What?" Dean asked, eyebrow raised.
"Not you." She said. Dean was confused, until he remember.
"Oh. Theodora bothering you?" He asked.
"Yep." Koven said. Then she continued to drive.
"How many days did we skip?" Dean asked. Koven didn't answer. "Koven." He said.
"What?" She continued to drive, not taking her eyes off of the road. There were a couple other cars on the road at this time, one in front of them and one in the lane to their left, then Bobby behind them.
"How many days did we skip over?" Dean repeated his question. She sighed.
"We skipped five and a half days." She said. "You guys right now should have just finished up some... business. And Bobby should have called you to tell you about this. You would have reached the house by tomorrow morning." She said.
"Won't you get tired while driving?" He asked. She chuckled.
"Either just listen to the music, talk about something else, or fall to sleep Winchester." She said.
"Do you have a drivers licence?" He asked. She scoffed.
"Of course not." She said. "Mine's fake. Like most of yours." She said. Dean rolled his eyes. "I had to get a fake name on it. I am Beatrix Jensen." She frowned. "Or I was. They're probably wondering where I went. Oh well."
"Did you have one in your world?" He rephrased his question.
"Yeah. Got it when a few days after I turned eighteen." She said, switching lanes. "Did you ever get a real licence?" She asked. Dean gave it a moment before he answered.
"Yes. Just didn't put down my real name." He said.
"What name did you put down?" She asked. He gave a small smile.
"Liam Neeson." He said. "Except I spelled it L-e-a-m N-i-s-o-n." He said before running a hand over his face in tiredness. Koven chuckled.
"Dork." She said.
"Says the girl who watched a show about our lives, then made a fake name with my actor's name." He said.
"Touche." She chuckled. "So. Finally starting to believe me?" She asked, taking a right turn.
"Believe what?" He asked.
"That I'm from another universe." She asked.
"Maybe. I mean, you know a lot about our future, a voice in your head changes it from day to night. I think I've seen crazier." He said. She rolled her eyes and let a small smile slip.
"Yeah. I bet." She said. "But hey, it's not every day you find someone who know what's going to happen to you." She said. Dean glanced at her.
"Do I dare ask what does happen?" He asked. Her grip on the steering wheel tightened. "I'll take that as a no."
"I'm sorry Dean. But I can't tell you no one should know about their future." She said.
"Why?" He asked. She didn't answer and Dean kept quiet till she spoke again.
"Dean. If you knew your fate, would you change it? Like if it was really bad?" She asked.
"Yeah. If it's really bad I would." She took in a deep breath at his words.
"That is why. That is why I can't tell you." She said. "Because I know your fate and I know you'll try to change it and Theodora said, 'don't change the fate' and I already change it. Just by me selling my soul and not you, the story like has changed, You won't die, Sam won't go off on his own. I've fucked up already."
"Come on Koven, you haven't messed up that much." Dean said. She glanced at him with a frown. "Okay. Maybe you have messed it up, but we could do our best to fallow the story line." Dean said.
"You can't if you don't know it. And I'm not telling you." She said. Dean sighed.
"I know. I know."