Note:
An alternate sequel to TrueSupernatural13's Daughter of a Legend fic. I just got so caught up in the story when I finished the first part three weeks ago, and I spent so mich time thinking about possibilities since then. I haven't started reading the second part yet, and I know I'm a very bad person for posting a fic made out of another person's storyline, but this is just me proclaiming my undying love to the author.
So, I guess I give credits to TrueSupernatural13 for the character of Rachel, and the inspiration. And to Eric Kripke for Sam, Dean and the beautiful Castiel.
-peace out, Lexii
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Rachel stood in front of a bulletproof window -the only passably reflective surface they allowed where she was, which was understandable seeing as most of her housemates had histories of being afraid of reflections, or trying to kill themselves at one time or another. The reflection that looked back at her was of a gaunt, sickly-looking girl who looked like she was about to blow over at the first remotely strong gust of wind. Three years at Windham's Asylum for the Mentally Unstable did that to her -yes, attractive name for a supposedly comfortable institution for people with mental instabilities.
Crazy people.
Like her.
She shook her head and recited a little rhyme in her head:
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?
And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
Slowly, she felt herself relax, although the nagging thought still knocked around her brain. 'I'm not crazy,' she muttered, trying to convince herself more than anything. And it was true -her regular psychiatrist had explained it all to her. Something -they hadn't figured out what yet, had happened to her, causing her to lose all memory, and slip in a coma, with only her name to accompany her. And while she had slept, her consciousness had tried to fix itself, and had created a history from the things she had heard in her sleep. Unfortunately for her, it had been this TV show one of the nurses insisted on keeping on, because she had reacted to it quite a lot. She had vivid, tactile memories -no, dreams about Sam and Dean Winchester, and the entities that plagued that world.
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Sanctum Sanctorum(A Supernatural Fanfiction)
FanfictionWhat if everything you believed was real turned out to be a dream -worse, a product of mental instability? Rachel Winchester is plagued by this question. She spent her entire life thinking her father was dead. Until her mother dies and, as a last re...
