Chapter Eleven: Do you believe me?

Reina couldn't tell what time it was when she woke up. She tried to move to a side, but her midriff, where she had stabbed herself, kept hurting. "I suppose the painkillers wore off." She got up, wincing at every step.

Looking in the mirror, suddenly, she felt like she didn't recognize the person she saw. "I stabbed myself. Why?"

"You belong here, and you just proved it."

There was that voice again.

"NO!" She collapsed, trying to turn herself away from the mirror, from the pain and the panic. "What do you want?"

"You tried to kill yourself. That proves you belong here, in the Winchesters. All of you, martyrs, together."

She gave up trying to get up; the pain was flaring too high.

"I – that wasn't me being a martyr."

"You were being a hunter, and eventually, you will be a martyr."

"Do you know the future?"

She waited, for minutes, for a reply, but the voice seemed to have gone silent.

"Whoever you are, and whatever your agenda is, I'm going to find you out."

No answer came back, except the smallest of laughs, that Reina heard inside her head.

Reina knew she had to tell the boys and Bobby about this voice. The longer she waited the more time the voice had to make their next move.

"Wow. I'm already thinking about moves and strategies. What the hell happened to me really?" She walked down the corridor, tracing the library to see if anyone was there. There was something she needed to do.

"Hey – hey, Mr. Singer."

Bobby turned around, a little abruptly from the bookshelves at her voice. "Oh, - uh –

"Reina."

"Reina. Is there – something you need?" Bobby transferred one of the books to his other hand, as he walked towards her. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah. I'm ok." She walked towards the table slowly, to not cause more pain to her stomach. "Yeah, I can see that. You need another painkiller."

"No – I mean, yes, I do need that, but I need to talk to you." She gingerly sat down on a chair. "Can we talk?"

"Sure, kid. What is it?"

"Your lives are like a story to me. And it's a story I've read ahead of the time you've lived." She began. "I know bits and pieces of what happens ahead, and if there is one change here from my story, there will be others. But if some things do happen the same way, I may be able to help."

"So, you mean, you know what happens next?"

"Not exactly. When the boys defeated – or resolved the Amara issue – she brought you back, didn't she?"

"Yes," Bobby answered, wondering where she was going. "So, in the story I watched, Mary – I mean, Mrs. Winchester was brought back. And that story goes ahead. Now that she's not the one here – so obviously stories will change. But does that mean all hunts changed too? Or does that affect Lucifer's storyline? I don't know. I need to know, that's why I want to know what has happened since you woke up exactly."

"Oh. I understand, I think. I'll tell you what has happened, so you can trace patterns on the –

"differences and similarities. Using the similarities there may be some things we may be able to do – I don't want to reveal unnecessary information. Sometimes knowing the future is – trouble."

"Okay." Bobby wondered where this girl was really from. She was going off on her instincts and preparing plans. "But you have to tell me something too."

"Yeah. Sure."

"Tell me the truth. Who are you really? I feel like there's something you're hiding from us." Bobby ventured carefully.

"I – I really am a civilian, Bob- Mr. Singer –

"Call me Bobby."

"Thank you." She bowed her head a bit – Bobby was surprised yet again.

"I am normal -was a normal person in my universe, Bobby. I just started college."

"College! How old are you, kid?" Bobby was surprised; the girl looked mature, yet not so grown up. College meant she was just a kid.

"I - I went back to college after a while." She sheepishly looked away. "Anyway, there is something I wanted to tell you.

I – uh I've been hearing this voice. In my head. It feels like it's in my head because there is no one I can see, but it could be – someone invisible."

"A voice? What sort – what does it say?"

Reina told him about the two conversations she had with the voice. "So - all I know is, it knows who brought me here and why, thinks me staying on here is a good idea, and that I'm going to be a hunter." She didn't say martyr; it sounded pompous. "I can't tell if the voice wants to harm the boys or help them. It sounds edgy though – someone very insane." She looked at Bobby, waiting for his reaction. "You probably think I'm crazy – but I'm not lying or imagining this voice."

Bobby didn't say anything for a few seconds. "I can't think of anything that fits the description, but only something powerful's got the juice for it. Spirits, demons; even angels can't enter the bunker without permission, or send their voices in. Could be some sort of magic, but I can't say if witches can do this. Have you looked on you for hex bags or tokens? Maybe you carried one in here."

"You believe me then?" Bobby noticed the hesitancy she was trying to hide from her voice.

"Err, Yeah. Yeah, I believe you."