The Fall || supernatural

Chapter 2

I tell Sam and Dean to meet me at the house down the hill the greenhouse is on once they got their bags and I'll meet them there. They both take off and I quickly close up, taking the cash out of the register and pack it away. I lock up, and start my way to the house. I pass through the fields of tomatoes, and vegetables, through the apple orchard checking the trees as I go.

By the time I get back to the house, Sam and Dean are getting out of their car. They take their bags out of the car and I take them. The guys attempt to object but the look I give them shuts them up. I make my way to the door, my boots crunching the ground with each step, the boys following in suit. I let them into the house , and motion them to follow me upstairs. I walk down the hallway, passing my room in the process and I stop at one room, closer to mine.

"Sam, this is your room," I open the door and walk in. The room has a full sized bed, a dresser with a mirror, a closet, and a few paintings done by myself. The comforter set is dark green and the pillows are grey. I leave him to unpack and take Dean to his room. It's like Sams, only the bedding is different.

"When you finish unpacking, meet me at my room. It's about 3 doors down. I'll take you and Sam on a trip through the fields and orchard. I need to pick apples so might as well kill two birds with one stone." I leave before he answers and head to Sam's. "Hey I-," when I walk into his room he's looking at the paintings, one of the portraits.

"You did this?" He turns to me, a soft smile on his face.

"Yeah," I look at the painting of the two women from my memory. Both blonde, one the mother, one the daughter. "When I first got here, I couldn't stop seeing faces. They were the first ones. I can't seem to remember much. Just faces, voices." I trail off. I shake myself out of it and look at him. "But, what can I do?" I shrug. "I came to tell you when you're done unpacking come to my room. It's one door down. I'll give you and Dean a tour of the fields." He nods and steps closer to me. I step back a bit, confused and his face drops. I shake my head and head to my room. I sigh and close my eyes, not expecting to be attacked by a flashback.

I walk up to him, standing at the bar taking shots, the other behind me following. "What are you drinking?" His face looks blurry.

"I don't know, I think they're called purple nurples." He burps. His voice is familiar. Before anything else happens it ends.

I snap my eyes open and stumble a bit. I feel light headed, and see spots. Soon enough, I fall to the floor, and pass out. God Dammit. Not again.

Third Person POV

After unpacking, Sam walks to Deans room. When he opened his door Dean was checking his gun. "Dude, if Eliza walks in here and sees you she'd freak."

"We can't call her Eliza, she thinks her name is Wendy, so we call her Wendy." The eldest looks up from his gun to his younger sibling.

"I know. How can she be here? How did she get all the way here, when the last time we saw her was when she was attacked by that female werewolf. Then she disappeared." Sam sat down beside Dean, and pushed my hair out of my eyes and rubbed my eyes.