The Other Side of Reality

Part 6

Slowly blinking your eyes, wondering exactly when you had fallen asleep. Your arms were shaky, your body extremely sore and weak. "What happened?" You whispered, rubbing your head, trying to rid yourself of the terrible pounding headache that tormented you.

It took a moment to realize that the loud pounding was not completely in your head, but was coming from your closed door. "Go away," you muttered, turning to curl back into a tight ball and fall back to sleep.

"Y/N?" Dean called out. "Are you okay?"

Suddenly the memories from yesterday came slamming to the front of your mind, reminding you that Devon had come close to raping you last night. But that wasn't the part that confused you. It was the power that had run through your fingertips, saving you when you had needed help.

You also remembered how the voices in your head had changed. Chanting a single name over and over. A very familiar name. The name of the man currently banging on your door.

Stumbling to your feet, you moved the short distance to the door, struggling to pull it open.

Dean slipped inside, shutting the door before putting his back to it. "Y/N, are you alright? You've been locked in here for over a day."

"It's been that long," you whispered, returning back to your bed. Sinking down onto the thin mattress, you patted the spot beside you. "I hadn't realized."

"I saw Devon locked away in the staff room, looking grumpier than ever," Dean explained. "He had a huge bruise on his cheek, and I immediately knew it had something to do with you. Are you okay?"

"Why do the voices in my head keep saying your name?" You blurted out, Dean's eyes widening. "They went from such negative and cruel thoughts to a language I couldn't understand. And now they kept repeating one name over and over again. Your name. The same time this power rolled through me, shooting from my hand."

"My name?"

"Yes. You're the only Dean Winchester that I know. How are you connected to the voices in my head, and do you know anything about this power that's somehow coursing through me?"

"Y/N you are the only one who has sat and listened to my stories," Dean spoke slowly. "You never treated me like I was completely insane even though we're both in a mental hospital. I'm going to tell you something, and I don't want you freaking out."

"Dean, I'm in a mental hospital. There is staff who want to attack me, and I've been hearing voices for quite some time. I'm pretty sure I'm already freaking out."

Standing up, Dean peeked out the window, before turning back to face you. "I think I've told you my brother and I hunted monsters."

"Yeah, you told me. That's how you lost both him and your best friend."

"Well, my best friend was an Angel. And he had what we called Angel radio in his head. He could hear Angels talking in their ancient language. I believe that's what you've been hearing. But I have no idea why you, and why we are both put together in this place."

Clasping your hands together, you stared down at them. "I don't know what's going on. But it's scaring me. What if people are really out to get us, and this is just a place...Wait! I remember something!"

Hands on his hip, he stared at you. "What? What did you remember?"

"Devon, and someone else. Their eyes both flashed blue. What does that mean?"

"That means we're surrounded by Angels," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. You could easily see how frustrated he was, just as you were. "I wonder if...,"

Before he could voice his thoughts your door was thrown open, an angry Devon stepping inside, quickly followed by the Doctor and an unknown nurse. "I see you two have been busy. Dean, it's good to see you again."

"I don't...," Dean started, but with a wave of his hand, the Doctor muted Dean. "No, this is where the two of you listen."

Devon came to stand beside you, an angry bruise on his face, his eyes full of hate and loathing. But also lust, which scared you more than anything. "I had hoped this little ruse would have lasted a little longer. But you and Dean, you always seem to figure things out."

"Dean and I knew each other before?" You whispered, turning to stare at Dean wide-eyed.

"Oh sweetheart, you and Dean definitely knew each other before. Very well," the nurse sneered. "I just can't believe how easy the two of you find each other. No matter how many times we run this little gig, the two of you instantly seek each other out."

"We've done this before?" You asked as Dean struggled against the invisible hold against him. "Why?"

"To show you," the Doctor answered cryptically. "You and Dean have been a pain in our sides for a long time, and we needed you out of the way. Now that you've started to put the pieces together, we're going to have to think of something else. Say goodbye to Dean. Again."

Devon reached down, grasping your arm and roughly pulling you to your feet. "Why do you always have to cause so much trouble?" He muttered near your ear. "At least where I'm taking you, you'll never see Dean again."

Struggling against Devon's hold, you could barely see Dean out of the corner of your eye. He was frozen in his spot, the Doctor staring gleefully down at him while the nurse held a syringe to his arm. "Wait! If this is all a ruse, what about Dean's brother? And best friend? Are they really dead?"

"That my dear is none of your concern. Devon, take her away. Don't have too much fun with her while we get Dean all situated. Y/N dear, say goodbye to Dean. I daresay the two of you will ever see each other again."

Kicking back at Devon, you tried to get away. Tried to harness the power that had rolled through your fingers not so long ago. If only it would come back, then you could save both of you. But you remained powerless. "No!" You screamed, getting an elbow to his face before he slammed your head against the wall, knocking you out.