~Violetta's POV~
I sat up, memories still passing through my mind. I was still me but at the same time I was her. I was the 10 year old fraternal twin of Cordelia Ravenwood and Dean's youngest sister. Here in this world my original dad and their mom had married. Our grandfather, my original dad's father still lived and we lived with him since the accident only a week ago. An underage drunk driver had crashed into their car on their way home from their biweekly date night, dead on impact. My name here was simply Violet holding to honoring my new mother's family tradition of naming girl's after flowers/plants along with being named after my grandmother Viola. I looked around the room, it was something of a dream. Not much unlike the fact we were now reborn into our younger selves. The doors leading to the hall and joint bathroom slammed open.
"Vi! Cordy/Dean!" They yelled together. It was shocking to see them and as I stood from the bed and glanced at the mirror my mind went blank. I knew it mentally at least because of the memories I had but seeing was truly believing.
"So, we're kids. Again." I turned to Cordelia a look of exasperation on my face "The Walking Dead, Cordy? Really?"
"I'm sorry! I was shocked that there really is a multiverse and it just came out, ok? I didn't mean to say it out load."
"Well, I asked we'd be prepared and ready as adults" Dean put in.
"I asked that we have a place hidden away from most of the world ready and with room to grow."
"So the question is, is this the comic- or tv-verse cause they have different time-lines damn near a decade difference. " Dean stated before turning towards his original sister and taking in the subtle differences in her appearance from our first time around. "Especially, since we know gramps place doesn't fit in with that. Even if this place is nice." The last part causing us girls to roll our eyes at him even if he is right
"We need to plan." I said. "Plans for either timeline and before that we need to decide if we're going to pretend to be actually be kids again or if we're going to push through like grandpa gave our pre-memory selves the chance to if we want to test out of school."
"There is no way in hell I'm going through high school again! And I know damn well you don't either." Cordy hissed.
"I agree with that. We test out how else are we gonna learn everything we need to? Fighting, guns, hunting, making shelter? All of it." Dean was right.
"Kids! It's time for breakfast!" called gramps.
"We figure this out tonight." I said before we head down.
To Be Continued...
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