The Fall || supernatural

Chapter 3

Sam POV

I sit the basket on the ground right after climbing down the ladder and start to take off the gloves she loaned me. turn to ask Eliza a question about the apples, when all of a sudden, her eyes roll into the back of her head and she goes limp her body falling rapidly towards the grass. I launch towards her and catch her, cradling her head inches from the grass.

"Hey, hey, Eliza. Wake up, wake up. Dean!" I brush her hair back, slightly damp from sweat. I hear Deans boots hitting the ground before he drops to his knees next to me.

"What happened?" He questions concerned, gripping her wrist checking for a pulse.

"She just fell. I-I don't know what happened." I sit her head in my lap. "Eliza, Eliza!"

"Dude call her Wendy. She doesn't remember us." Her eyes flick rapidly behind her eyelids. What is going on through her head?

Wendy (Eliza) POV

Singer. Bobby.

Harvelle. Ellen. Jo.

Jo. Bobby. Ellen. Bobby. Bobby. Bobby. Jo. Jo. Ellen.

Winchester. Winchester. Winchester. Winchester. Winchester. Winchester.

Faces fly before my eyes. Blonde hair. Beards. Kind eyes. Green eyes... Hazel eyes... with specks of green. So familiar. So caring.

Winchester. Singer. Harvelle. Winchester. Singer. Harvelle. Winchester. Singer. Harvelle.

Winchester.

Singer.

Harvelle.

My eyes snap open and I launch up. I end up bashing foreheads with someone and immediately let out a Groan along with the person I bashed heads with.

"Son of a Bitch!" I groan out, rubbing my forehead. I hear a scoff, followed by a laugh. When I look up I'm face to face with Sam. His eyes a beautiful hazel-green. Hazel. Why is it so familiar. After apologizing to Sam, I stand, grabbing the apple basket, and I make my way to the house, with Sam and Dean following.

When we get back, I put the apples on the kitchen table, and make my way to the kitchen, washing my hands. I walk upstairs to my room without another word. I walk to my bathroom and take two extra strength pain killers. When I come back into my room, I'm met with Sam and Dean.

"What's up you guys?"

"El- Wendy... We need to tell you something." Dean started, picking nervously at the soil stuck under his fingernails from planting this morning. Sam refused to look up from his spot in my bed. I let out laugh.

"What? Are you gonna tell me you're not really F.B.I agents?" I joke. They're silent, their eyes glued to the hard wood beneath their feet. "Oh my god," I mumble. "You aren't from the F.B.I? Oh my God, are your names even Sam and Dean? Oh my god..."

"Wendy, our names are Sam and Dean," Sam starts cautiously. "But our last names are Winchester..."

'Winchester? From my visions?' I question internally. Dean continues for Sam.

"We hunt monsters." Dean states bluntly.

"Wow, Dean, way to ease her into it," Sam mumbles.

"Monsters," I let out an exasperated breath as I say it, not believing what I've heard. "You hunt... Monsters." I mutter, feeling slightly dizzy.

"Vampires, Ghosts, Demons, Werewolves," as Dean went on, I felt my scarf ache as he said werewolves. Why does it all feel familiar? "And there is one more important thing..."

"What?" I ask breathless.

"Your name isn't really Wendy."

"Of course it's not, when they found me dumped off at some hospital, almost bled out, my nurse helped me pick a name. I- I couldn't remember anything..."

"We know your real name Wendy."

"How?" The room starts spinning, and my breathing becomes heavier.

"Because we knew you," Dean backs away and Sam comes up to me.

"Your real name is Eliza; you were- are a hunter, just like us. That scar you have?" Sam pulls my shirt over slightly, showing the jagged scar, pink and sickeningly adamant. "It was caused by a werewolf. You used to travel the country with us, Saving People, Hunting Things, The Family Business." I feel a twinge of pain in the back of my head, it sounds so familiar. The room seems to warp, as my breathing becomes shallower. I start making my way to the bed.

"I just," I slur out, "I need to.. sit down-" I'm cut off, as darkness overtakes me. I begin to remember it all.

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After what feels like minutes, I launch up, gasping for breath. It's dark outside, but my room is lit by a small lamp, and a few candles. The yellow and orange hues the flashing an ominous light on the mahogany bookcases.

I groan emits from my left and I turn my head to see a mop of brown hair, Sam. He's sitting on a chair, his head lying on my bed, sleeping. As my breathing evens out, I lay back down, turning to face him. I bring my hand up to the side of his face, brushing his hair back. His face is free of tension or worry when he's asleep. How could I forget him?

I run my thumb across his forehead, feeling the smoothness. A rumble thunders through the room and is followed by a Crack and a flash of light. Sam's eyes snap open. Damn storm...

Sam's eyes bore into mine. Unsure of what to do, I stare back, my hand still resting on his cheek. The silence is tense and deafening, so I speak.

"Hi, Sammy," I whisper.

"Hi..." He trails off, unsure of what name to call me by.

"Eliza."