Warping to Destiny - A Supernatural FanFiction

Chapter 13 - The Girls Tell Their Story

Katie's POV

The next morning we were all packed up and ready to roll by 7, and we headed for the diner for breakfast. Dean said laughing, "Ya know, we never got to eat so often in restaurants till you two showed up."

"Hey, fast food's fine with us," countered Maggie.

"Nah, it's fine, at least for now. I'm enjoying some good conversation for a change," he said teasingly, glancing at Sam, who frowned back at him.

"You might not enjoy this one so much," I said under my breath.

We got settled In a booth with Dean across from me and Sam next to me. We'd been sitting that way for the last few times we hit the diner. Dean had said he liked it better not sitting next to a guy, which gave us all a laugh, but was entirely all right with Maggie and me.

"Well, ladies, it's your turn, today," Dean said with a big grin, which just made me more nervous than I already was.

I took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Okay," I said. "First, we want you to know that we decided it was only fair of us not to just tell you the good stuff, since we know so much about you guys. And besides, the good stuff will only take about 5 minutes."

I was stalling and I knew it but I really had to stoke up the courage. I hadn't realized I would be this nervous over this. "Okay, I said again. "Maggie and I…"

"Are twins," Dean interrupted with a big grin.

I looked at him like he was crazy and asked, "Why on earth would you even think that?"

He looked puzzled, stared at me and then at Maggie several times, then looked at Sam, who was doing just about the same thing, "Then said, "You're not twins?"

"No," I said emphatically, "you should be able to tell that. Maggie is much prettier than I am."

Again they both looked puzzled. Maggie put her hand on Dean's arm and said, "Dean, don't bother. No one else has ever been able to convince her.

So Dean just shrugged and said, "Okay, we'll let that one go for now. But you're obviously sisters and really close in age, right?"

I looked right at him feigning annoyance, and said, "You wanna tell the story?"

"Ah, no," he said, looking abashed. "Carry on."

I'm pretty sure he did that to try to calm me and it worked a little. I said, "Yes, we are sisters. We aren't twins but we are only 10 months apart. Maggie was born on July 27, 1988, and Christened Margaret Anne Rosetti. But if you call her Margaret, she will cut your tongue out with her knife."

"I was born ten months later to the day, on May 27, 1989, and Christened Katherine Marie Rosetti. I really don't care much what you call me. While we aren't twins, we might as well have been, since we never knew life without each other. We were always together as kids, and we mostly only talked to each other."

"When it came time for Maggie to go to kindergarten, she refused to go without me, and naturally I couldn't go, so they ended up letting her wait a year and we started school together."

Our family is Italian. Well mostly. Mom is half  Italian and half 'Irish Cop.' Her father, his father, two uncles and three brothers were all cops. So she became one too. It kind of made our family a bit different from all the other families in Little Italy. Oh, by the way that was in Pennsylvania, in the city of Reading, pronounced like 'redding' not 'reeding' like people keep trying to do with the Reading Railroad in the Monopoly game."

Our food came, and I got to take a break for a few as we all got busy eating. I settled myself down a little more and continued. "Living in an Italian neighborhood is like living in a foreign country. Of course, we didn't know that then. That was how we thought life was everywhere. At least until we were old enough to realize that people on TV were different."

"Anyway, here's the thing. As a cop, mom worked late hours, often swing shift or midnight shift. Sometimes during school days we didn't see her for days. So mostly we were 'raised' by Pops. Now I want you to understand that he's a good man, he is, but he knew nothing about raising girls, and he was more interested in having us out of the way so he could drink beer and play poker with his buddies. We didn't much care, except that from about our 6's we were expected to kind of be servants to him and his buddies, because that's what girls were supposed to do."

I stopped and ran through things in my mind a few minutes. "Well, I guess that about does it for the good stuff," I said with a nervous laugh. I glanced over at Maggie and she was looking down at her shoes.

"Okay, well, here goes. Pops had a brother, Freddie, who was a priest at our local church." I said.

Dean interrupted, looking angry. "Please tell me I don't know where this is going," he said.

I swallowed, even though my mouth was dry, and said softly, "I can't"

Both Dean and Sam were visibly angry. We were all done with our breakfast so Sam said, "Let's go sit at that umbrella table outside. You might be more comfortable where it's more private."

I looked at him gratefully and said "Thank you, yes, please let's do that" We paid the bill and went outside. There was one single umbrella table on the small patch of lawn that the motel had and we went out to set around it. Then Dean said, "You don't need to go into this if you'd rather not. I think we both have the picture."

I knew they could tell I was uncomfortable. But I said "Well, you don't have nearly the whole picture, and I think you cant see it without at least some of the details." I kept glancing at Maggie to see how she was doing. So far, she was hanging in. I sighed again. I seemed to be doing a lot of that.

"See, when Uncle Freddie came to the house, about once a week he would stay overnight in a spare room. When we were little he would always come into our bedroom to hear our prayers. That's exactly what he did for years. When we were in our 7's or 8's, he started petting us and making nice nice and we never thought anything of it. But gradually, it got to be more than that. He told us God wanted us to be nice to him because he was a priest and he needed our love and comfort."

"At first we tried to ask other people if what he was doing was all right but everyone misunderstood what we were asking, and we didn't much know ourselves, and so they all would say, 'Well of course you should love and comfort your Uncle Freddie. Everyone needs that, and Priests must get so lonely.'"

"Then after a while, when we understood what it was all about, we tried to tell people. No one would listen. We were horrid girls for saying such a terrible thing about our uncle, the priest, God bless him!. No one believed a word we said.

"So on it went. And meanwhile…" I stopped and swallowed. I looked at Mags and then at Dean and then at Sam. "Okay so here's the thing," I kind of blurted out. "We started being bad. I mean really bad. We were bad." I stopped and looked off at nothing, remembering.

Sam took hold of my hand on the table and said really gently, "What does that mean, Katie?"

I had never told these things to anyone who didn't know from being there and I was finding it extremely hard.

"Gang life," said Maggie, breaking the ice for me. "She means gang life."

I flashed Maggie a grateful look and blew out a breath. "We got caught up in a gang." I said redundantly. "We did bad things, "I said. "We did really bad things. We did shoplifting, breaking and entering, pickpocketing…" I said all this looking down at the table. Then I looked up into Maggie's eyes for strength and said finally, "...And we did a lot worse. We hurt people, got into gang fights. And we had to vie for 'bitch status.'"

Sam and Dean looked at me questioningly. "It means that the girls who were the bitches of the top leaders were treated better than the others, and they only had to…(deep breath) ...only had to service their own 'Owner. All the others had to service anyone who wanted them."

"By the time we were 'taken away,' we were in the summer before our Senior year. We had worked ourselves up to the top. Maggie was the…b," I stopped. "Maggie was the girl of the leader and I was the girl of the first lieutenant. But in order to get there, we had to slice up a lot of girls, some of whom were our good friends."

"You don't look like you've been in a lot of knife fights," said Dean.

"We weren't allowed to cut faces, because the boys wanted us pretty." I said. "Believe me, we both have our scars. It's why I don't like to be cut anymore."

Dean looked at Maggie sadly. "I see what you meant now, he said." She just nodded without looking at him.
 
"So in all this time you never got arrested?" asked Sam.

I actually laughed. "Oh we got arrested. Five times we actually got all the way to the booking room. But someone always recognized us as Sergeant Rosetti's daughters and we would be taken home in a cop car. Even more often one of them would find us on the streets and just take us home. Never spent a single night in jail.

It was quiet for a few minutes and then Sam said, "Wait a minute, Katie, go back. What ever became of Uncle Freddie?" he asked.

"Ah, that!" I said. 'Well see, it was my 14th birthday, and Uncle Freddie came upstairs to give me a really special present. He had a dress he wanted me to put on for him." I pursed my lips and tried to stop the tears. Maggie looked away from the table. "It was all white and lacy, and very 'little girly' for a 14 year old. So I put it on and he made a fuss over me and then said now it was my time to thank him for the present."

I took a few long breaths and then said, "I'm not gonna put you through the details, but when he was doing his thing to me, all of a sudden I felt him being pulled off me and,..." I stopped and looked at Mags. She was still staring off into space. "I felt him being pulled off of me and he was yelling and someone else was yelling too. It turned out to be Maggie screaming something over an over and Uncle Freddy was screaming and someone ran into the room and turned on the light. And there was Uncle Freddy with his pants off and his face a bloody, unrecognizable pulp. Mags was slicing at it with a razor blade. I was still on my bed in the horrible white dress, and it was obvious to anyone with eyes what was going on."

I stopped talking. Both Maggie and I had tears running down our faces In rivers, and even Sam and Dean had wet eyes. "What happened then?" Dean asked quietly. "Did Uncle Freddy get arrested?"

"I laughed again." You don't understand a tight-knit community like the Italians." Except for the men who were in the house that night playing cards, and our mom, who was told later, no one knows about it. Uncle Freddy was taken to the hospital and they told them he was jumped by gang members. Nothing ever happened to him."

"Does he still live?" asked Dean, with a look on his face that I would never wish to have directed at me.

"He does," I said. "He's even still a priest."

"If I ever find a way to get to your world," he said chillingly, "he won't be!."

Then Dean got up and turned to Maggie. He pulled her up off the bench and held her tightly. She was crying pretty hard by this time and he just held her and petted her hair until she calmed down. I actually noticed this before I noticed that Sam was doing the very same thing for me.

After we stopped crying, Sam said, "That's enough for now. It's time to hit the road, anyway, and you both need a break from this."

At the car Sam said, "Maggie, you wanna ride shotgun?"

She grinned and said "Would I ever?" and he opened the door for her as she got in. Then he climbed in beside me and took my hand.

We drove for a while with no one saying a word. Dean had his music blaring and no one was willing to tell him to turn it down. Eventually he did it himself, turned to grin back and Sam and winked.

Then he asked," So these sexy actors who play us, they look like us right?"

"Exactly," I said.

"Hey Sammy," said Dean, playfully, "How do you like being a sex object? Could be fun right?"

Sam grinned his 'light up the room grin' and said, "I could get into it."

"Dean then pouted and said, "We'd need some followers, though, lots of followers."

"Sure would," said Sam, with his eyes twinkling away.

"Ya know, I wish I could see some of those sexy pics of us, don't you Sammy? I could put 'em on the wall and admire myself."

It was wonderful to see the boys in a jovial mood for a change, and especially after the somber morning we'd had, so I played right along. "Sure thing." I said laughing, "I'll just pop right on home and get you some."

The next second everyone else disappeared, and I found myself alone. It took me a few seconds to realize I was in my parents' car, in their garage. "
"Holy Fucking Shit!" I said, looking around. "No, I don’t' want to be here right now, I want to be back with the boys!"

And just like that I was back with the boys. They had stopped the car and were shouting my name. Maggie looked panicked. They all stopped talking and stared at me.

"Oh wow," I said wonderingly. "I think the portal is here in the car."

"What!!" Exclaimed Dean. "You mean here?? In MY car?? Someone put a portal right here in my Baby??" He looked absolutely mortified.

I looked at his astonished face and couldn't help smiling. "Apparently, yeah." I said amused.

Maggie asked with a shaky voice, "Where did you go?"

"Dad's car," I said. "Parked in the garage. You try it Mags," I urged her.

She looked at me for a tiny minute and said "I want to go home," but nothing happened.

"Maybe it has to be in the back seat," I said. We both got out and Maggie got in back. Se said "Take me home!" and there she went. A few seconds later she was back. "Wow." was all she said.

Dean was still looking like a little boy who'd lost his favorite toy. Meanwhile, Sam, who was still sitting in the back seat was trying to say the right thing to get through the portal but nothing was working. "Maybe it just works for us," I said. "See Dean, you won't have to worry about dozens of people traipsing through the back of your car," I said teasingly. He was still holding his exaggerated pouty face. But I said, "Really if you think about it, it's the best place to put a portal if it's for us. It means we will always be right where you are when we come."

"When you come?" Said a startled Sam. "Does that mean you aren't staying?"

"Sam, I honestly don't know what we are doing. Now that we know the way home, we all need to talk and make some decisions."

Everyone was back in their seats and Dean turned the ignition, still mumbling complaints about having a portal in his car. But I wondered if this would change anything. The boys seemed to like having us with them. But would they now want us to leave? And what did we want to do? I pondered these questions all the way to our appointment.