Collision - A Supernatural FanFiction

Chapter 3

So here they were: two teenage girls, sitting opposite their two favourite TV characters. After their awkward introduction, Jane had now dressed herself - in the privacy of Lydia's room - and came out wearing a white tank top and pitch black jeans, with her damp hair messily tied above her head. Jane couldn't keep her eyes off the men in front of her, causing Sam to shift uncomfortably at the obvious attention she was giving him, whilst Dean simply relished in the attention from the girl. He did, however, flit his gaze to Lydia who was, instead of sitting on the large sofa, sitting cross-legged on the floor at an angle in which she could see everyone present and also the exit. He noticed that rather than imitating the behaviour of her friend, she was staring at the door and seemingly using her thumb to massage the centre of her palm; why? He didn't know. There was a clear sense of awkwardness as the four sat in silence, assumably not knowing what to say to one another.

Jane shook her head slightly, still in disbelief, "This is fucking crazy..." Putting her hand over her mouth to try and conceal her excitement she started to gush about Sam and Dean, almost as if they weren't there. Getting a little secondhand embarrassment from her friend, Lydia proceeded to ask why the pair wanted to talk to her in the first place.

"Well," Dean started, his gaze never leaving the lilac-haired girl. "We wanted to talk about you actually." His direct attitude startled Lydia despite her prior knowledge of the inevitability of this conversation. Lydia shifted awkwardly on the floor as the attention in the room turned to her. The teenager could feel her hands began to get clammy as an immediate result of her anxiety. Her voice hitched in her throat as she opened her mouth in defence, yet no words escaped.

"You're a hunter. We know you are. You must have had a run in with Crowley and he must have sent you here." Before Sam could continue with his list of accusations, Lydia managed to laugh in disbelief. She genuinely could not believe what was coming out of his mouth; she was just a student who watched a TV show.

"Sam, Dean." Lydia looked at them, raising her eyebrows in distress, "I promise that I am not a hunter. If this is about how I dress: I've always dressed like this, it's just how I am. Jane, on the other hand, likes dressing as if she's a part of the show." Lydia turned to give her friend a faint smile but Jane was distracted by the picture on Lydia's living room wall. It was an early 18th birthday present from her mum: it was some artsy photograph of a pier, behind it a transcendent sunset that one could almost feel if you allowed yourself to be enveloped by the image. Something was different about it. Lydia followed her friend's gaze: at the end of the pier, there had always been a suitcase displaying some poor soul's untold story, but now atop of the suitcase was a man; his face undistinguishable, but it was clear that he fashioned an all black suit with a red tie.

"What the fuck..." Lydia muttered to herself at the sudden appearance of the man. Saying nothing, Jane rose from her seat and slowly made her way towards the picture, failing to react to anything that the other three members of the room were saying to her. She was fixated on the figure at the end of the pier. Whispering "what?" to herself, Jane outstretched her arm to trace the face that she could now see: he was smiling. Causing her face to frown in confusion, Jane turned to ask Lydia if she could see it too, but when she opened her mouth there was no sound. Her eyes widened in terror as they began to well with tears as she started to cough and splutter in front of her witnesses. Lydia and Sam rushed to her aid as Dean took a closer look at the photograph. He noticed a female body start to appear in the water as Jane's coughing started to decrease - or so he thought. Dean quickly turned to where Lydia and his younger brother were as the former began to scream and curse. She was knelt on the now sodden carpet, crying hysterically as she repeatedly asked "Where the fuck is she? Where did she go?" Sam looked across at Dean as the older brother attempted to console the distraught girl. She couldn't subdue the wails leaving her lips as she allowed Dean to hug her, numb from this sudden pain. She was oblivious, at first, to the ruined carpet, but now, her jeans were uncomfortably sticking to her which made the British teenager become painfully aware that she was knelt in a small pool of water.

"Where did this come from? What happened to Jane?" She looked frantically at both men, pleading with them to tell her what was going on. Dean moved away from Lydia, and continued to help her up off the floor. She stayed close to him, finding an unusual feeling of comfort; Sam noticed this slight favouritism that Lydia was unknowingly displaying.

Dean spoke up, "I think she's in the picture." Looking up at him, she didn't understand. In fact, she half thought that he was saying this to somehow lighten the mood, but after a few moments of confusion she looked at the picture. She saw the body too. It was, like Dean had noticed earlier, a female body; the poor victim was floating face first in the left bottom corner of the image. Despite her face being concealed, Lydia immediately knew that it was Jane.

"Lydia, we're so sorry. She somehow drowned." Sam stated - he clearly didn't know how to phrase the cause of death, and proceeded to smile awkwardly, attempting to reassure the grieving girl in some way.

"That definitely explains the water." Dean said, lazily gesturing to the pool that had temporarily damaged Lydia's floor. The two brothers continued to talk to one another, discussing how she got into the picture, and how she even drowned in the first place. Due to her silence, the boys seemingly became so entranced with what one another was saying that they didn't hear Lydia trying to get their attention. At first she whispered their names, her voice cracking in agony at the thought of her friend now being dead. Still, after 3 attempts, they had not heard her. Rolling her eyes in annoyance she firmly prodded both of them in the arm. They turned to look at her: both with a similar confusion and empathy masking their faces.

"There was someone at the end of the pier."