Hey guys! :) Here's a new chapter, I hope you like it. I know it's kinda short, but I promise you the next one is gonna be really long. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while.

Anyway, hope you like it.

It took a while, but Frank encrypted my hard drive and managed to tweak the coding enough to give me a better password system.

It wasn't your normal "Enter your pin here" shtick. Now, you're required to answer questions that no one in the Supernatural would know (I provided the questions). There are five chances to get one right, and if you don't, it wipes the hard drive.

The questions ranged from 'Who is Misha?' to 'What is a big mac?'

I had to explain to Frank what a big mac was, which was funny…

But after a while, we had to leave because Frank was apparently moving on to the next state, so he gave me back my phone and we headed back. It was awesome to have my phone back, and I gotta say I will never forget how nice it is to have a keyboard. Those damn crappy phones with only numbers took forever to text with.

I groaned as I climbed into the front seat and closed the door behind me. "I think the naproxen is wearing off."

"Well, you don' think I actually just brought Naproxen did you?" Bobby smirked and pulled an orange pill bottle. He handed it over to me.

My eyes widened. He'd brought me Vicodin. "Did I ever tell you how awesome you are?" I asked, smiling.

He waved it off, "Yeah, yeah. Just take 'em."

I nodded. There was no water, though, so I ended up dry swallowing one.

I frowned. It always felt weird to dry swallow a pill.

Needless to say, I spent the drive back in a happy haze.

'Yes,' I decided, 'Bobby is awesome sauce.'

When we got back, the haze effect had worn off, leaving me with a nice relief.

"So, you happy?" he asked as we got through the door.

"Yeah, thanks," I told him.

He just shrugged, and wandered off to do whatever.

I smiled and grabbed the first book I saw, and settled myself down on the couch. You see, ever since I broke my ribs I found it was easier to sleep on the couch than to go to my room since my room was upstairs. When I say my room, I mean the room that I had been sleeping in.

Curious, I began to leaf through the book. I stopped when something familiar caught my eye, it was a devil's trap.

'Hmm, that'll come in handy,' I thought to myself.

I scoured the page, on one side of the page, was a painting of a devil's trap, and on the other side there was information on said devil's trap. The picture was of a devil's trap, but more specifically it was "The Key of Solomon". I briefly remembered it from the end of season 1.

"Hmm", I muttered as I began to read.

It gave directions on how to draw it, and what the purpose of it was, but it also had some weird stuff in it. It talked about the elements and planets, but that was the normal portion. It also talked about stuff like sheepskin parchment, virgins, and something about cleansing metal by fire. It was fascinatingly weird in a morbid way.

As I got part way through the book, I started to listen to some Lana Del Ray. All her songs are the best at inspiring angsty fanfiction.

I had a couple ideas that would make great fanfiction, but knowing the Winchesters, I know that they'd be really weirded out. I don't want to act like Becky, but I just miss talking to people who share my interest in the show… I guess that's what I get for leaving that universe.

I sighed.

There were so many things I missed about my home. I missed my family. I wished my siblings were here, so we could bicker, and pull each other's hair, and be a family again. But no… I'm on a completely different plane of existence. I hoped the Winchester's decide to keep me around, because if not… I'd be alone.

The realization hurt, it hurt because it was true. It made my chest hurt, and my eyes burn with unshed tears.

'God,' I realized, putting the book down. 'They're all I have…'

All I'd ever known was gone, and all I now had were two fictional characters, and a damn iPhone. Why did my future self make it look so damn easy?

The dam broke. I put my head in my hands and sobbed. Pain radiated from my ribs, but I didn't care. I just sobbed and sobbed. I tried to wipe away my tears, but they just kept coming.

I remembered all those times my mom would braid my hair in the morning before I decided to cut it, I remembered all those school plays and fighting with my siblings about cartoons on Saturday mornings. Things that seemed small and insignificant at the time, but were huge now.

I realized I had a horrible choice. I had to choose between my family and my dream. How could Castiel zap me off like that without even explaining, or giving me a damn choice? I thought Cas was all about free will!

I sighed and laid down, hoping that somehow this was all a dream, and I didn't really have such a decision to make.

I drifted off with that thought on my mind.

It was dark, a dark that went beyond the darkness of night, or anything that I had ever experienced before. It was like sensory deprivation. My world was empty.

"Rebecca," a voice suddenly greeted.

"W- Who are you? What is this?" I asked, starting to panic.

"I cannot let you leave," it said.

"What do you mean?"

"Just what I said," the voice stated, "I know you want to leave and I can't let you do that."

I growled, "The hell you can't!"

"I have ways of making you stay," the voice told me calmly.

Somehow this made me furious, "Yeah right! What are you?! Angel?! Demon?!"

The voice laughed- no, it cackled. "All in due time, my dear. I have plans for you. It has been written."

"Tenebris constituta: Adiuro te." It recited, "Ne recedas ab hoc sæculo."

Suddenly there was a burst of flames and I could hear screams. The voice spoke again, "Until we meet again Rebecca."

I groaned, someone was poking my face.

I batted at said hand, but it continued.

So then I did what anyone would do in my situation. I bit the person's finger.

"OW!" Dean's voice yelped. "She bit me."

I could hear Sam laugh. "Good."

I released him and slapped his hand away.

"Hey," Sam said, "I'm guessing you're awake?"

I deduced that the question was directed to me. "Yeah, no thanks to you."

"But it's eleven," Dean informed.

"Oh, is it? Like I said, too early."

"You gotta get up sometime."

I shook my head, "No I don't… Why aren't you still hunting?"

"Obviously because the thing is dead," was Dean's sarcastic reply.

"Wait, doesn't it take longer to solve a case?"

I open my eyes and looked around. Sam was sitting in the chair on the right, and Dean was sitting next to me.

"Longer? It's been four days," Sam said.

"Really? Doesn't feel like it," I shrugged, "Must've been the Vicodin."

I sighed and sat up with a wince.

I yawned, "Dean screamed like a girl, didn't he?"

Sam sniggered, "Yeah, he did."

"What, do I didn-"

I cut him off, "Uh huh, whatever, I don't care. Everyone is afraid of something."

"Then why'd you bring it up?"

I smirked, "Because it's funny."

Dean glared at me, "You look like crap."

I didn't take offense, I simply nodded. "Yeah, I feel like it too."

"What, are your ribs hurting?" Sam asked, suddenly sounding guilty.

I waved him off, "Not particularly."

"Then what's wrong?" he asked.

I paused and tried to think of a response.

If I lied or brushed it off, they'd be less likely to trust me… But at the same time I really didn't want to talk about and I certainly didn't want to sound like a cry baby. But at the same time, everything hurt, and I just wanted a hug...

"I'm feeling homesick…" I admitted. "I miss my family. I miss my home."

And just like that, the teasing atmosphere was gone, replaced by one much more somber.

"We'll figure something out," Dean told me, putting a hand on my shoulder. "We'll get you back."

I nodded and wrapped him in a hug.

Something in the back of my head said it wouldn't happen. I felt like that dream had some kind of meaning, that it held some sort of power…

I desperately hoped I was wrong.

A/N:

what the voice said translates to: "The darkness binds you. Do not depart from this word."