The Blind Side 5/?
Title: The Blind Side
Author: auntmo9
Rating:PG-13, for language
Genre and/or Pairing: Gen, Hints at Gabriel/OC
Spoilers: Spoilers through 6.16 And Then There Were None
Characters: Dean, Sam, Gabriel, Castiel, Bobby, OCs
Word Count: 2953
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters.
Summary: When Gabriel returns from another dimension with a new prophet, he not only has to help with the mess that he finds that the Winchesters and Castiel are in, but with the consequences of his own actions. Sequel to Gabriel, Interrupted.
A/N: Again, while it will contain spoilers for all episodes aired through 6.16, it is definitely going AU from there. Thanks to jaharper88 for her help and brainstorming with me on this chapter. This is unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.
Not as apology, but simply as a fair warning, updates will be more sporadic due to the many things I have going on at the moment.
Chapters 01 02 03 04
Bobby walked into his house about that moment. "Well, y'all are gettin' along about as well as you were last night," he observed as he set a box down on the kitchen counter. "Least you hadn't broke nothin' yet."
"I'm not planning on breaking anything today," Tillie sighed, sitting back down at the table. She folded her arms on the table and rested her chin on her hand. "Though Dean might feel like strangling an angel."
Bobby looked between Dean and Gabriel for a minute before saying, "If you two are gonna to try and kill each other, take it outside. I don't wanna clean up any more messes in my house today than necessary."
Dean glanced at Gabriel, shrugged, and then continued drinking his coffee. Sam just shook his head and wondered if this was how every morning was going to go for the next few days as everyone adjusted to having Tillie and Gabriel in the house.
"Sam," Tillie began hesitantly. "I...I was wondering if there was something you could help me with?"
Sam glanced over at Tillie, surprised that she would be asking him for his assistance. "Um...yeah, sure...if I can."
Gabriel looked offended. "What can Sam help you with that I can't? Anything you need, just ask and I'll snap it right up."
Tillie chose to ignore Gabriel and continued to address Sam. "There are some things I would like to get; most of it is computer stuff. But there are a few other things I need, too. And I think you can look them up on your laptop and help order it for me."
"How can you even use a computer?" Bobby asked as he put away things from his earlier supply run. "Seeing how you're blind and all?"
"There are certain software applications that make computers easier for people who are blind or visually impaired to use them," Tillie explained. "Things like screen readers and sometimes OCR applications can be added to a basic computer so I could use them just as easily as anyone else."
Sam nearly started drooling when Tillie was explaining what she was looking for. Seeing the look in his brother's eye, Dean couldn't help but jump in. "You're a computer geek, too?" Dean scoffed. "It figures."
"I'm not a computer geek," Tillie replied. "Not that there is anything wrong with that. But I do know what is out there to help people who need it."
"Really? How is that possible?" Dean pried. "Because usually it is only the nerds who know terms like ROC."
"It's OCR, jerk," Sam corrected his brother. "And it stands for Optical Character Recognition. It is like computer vision. It can take a scanned text of a book, document, or even a handwritten image and turn it into an electronic file on the computer that you can edit or change. And with screen reader technology the computer would read out loud anything on the screen, so between the two, you could have anything, any website or any book that we scan, read to you, right?"
"See, computer nerd," Dean said as he pointed to his brother with a smirk on his face.
Tillie smiled, but ignored Dean. "Yeah Sam, that's right. The screen reader would be the most helpful to me. But the OCR could help you guys just, too. You could get some of Bobby's books on lore and stuff on a hard drive and then be able to annotate it with notes from your own experiences. Maybe even some hunters' journals. It would be helpful not only to you, but others out there, or the next generation to come along."
Bobby looked at her thoughtfully. "Never thought of something like that before."
"So how come you know this crap, if you're not a computer nerd?" Dean asked, as his eyes narrowed at Tillie.
Gabriel's eyes widened in fear, and Tillie knew without seeing that he didn't want her to explain how she knew him. Dean being mad at him for mauling him to death as a dog he could live with. The Winchesters knowing he had lived in a group home would be ten times worse. But even Sam was curious as to how she knew about those things. "Yeah Tillie," he said. "There aren't many people that know much about this kind of technology."
Tillie sighed. She was going to have to tell the Winchesters something, whether Gabriel liked it or not. But maybe she wouldn't have to tell them everything. "In a way, it was my job to know. I was a social worker...back in my reality. So I knew lots of different things about how to help lots of different people, but especially people with disabilities or people who were down on their luck."
Dean looked back and forth between Tillie and Gabriel and chuckled slightly as the wheels in his head stared to turn. "So if you were a social worker, how did you meet this candy-ass?"
Gabriel became agitated, growling slightly. "I didn't have any of my powers in her world, okay chuckleheads?" he answered for Tillie before she had a chance to respond. "She helped me out when I needed it, and she didn't ask for anything in return."
"Why you gotta go and aggravate the situation you idjit?" Bobby groused at Dean as he was putting beer away in the fridge. Turning to Tillie he asked, "Why not just read stuff in Braille?"
"I just went blind," Tillie explained. "Braille is a whole new language. It would be like one of you trying to learn to read Enochian. I will probably be able to do it, eventually. But not right away."
"Or in Dean's case, not ever," Gabriel muttered. Dean shot him a look that clearly said 'bite me' but he didn't say anything to the archangel. Sam ignored the two, and continued to talk to Tillie.
"You said there were other things you wanted me help you get," Sam reminded her. "What would those be? Maybe we have some that stuff around here."
"Thanks, but I doubt it," Tillie said. "I need a talking watch that will tell me the time, since I can't see a watch or a clock. And a cell phone would be good. Most new smart phones are too complicated to use without screen reader technology themselves. But an older style phone with a simple keypad that I could memorize would help me make and receive calls. Some models even have voice recognition technology that use voice dialing and have caller ID to announce who is calling you. One of those would be helpful."
While they had been talking, Sam pulled out his laptop and had begun the search for the items she was mentioning. He found most of them on a website specifically for assistive technology for people with visual impairments. He knew it would cost money, but as he looked at these prices, it was even more than some of the things that he and Dean usually put on their fraudulent credit cards. "Look, Tillie, I can find these things, like the computer, the software, the watch easily enough online to be able to order them, but these things are all pretty expensive. Where are we going to come up with the money for all of this?"
Tillie turned in her chair towards the direction where Gabriel had been speaking from and bit her lower lip "Seriously?" Gabriel sneered. "I thought you didn't want my help?"
"Gabriel, it wasn't about not wanting your help," Tillie explained. "I wanted you to ask before you did things for me. Is that so hard to understand?"
"I suppose not," he agreed. "But I still don't know why I can't just snap my fingers and bring it all here for you."
"Because if we order it from a company then I will have access to not just the technical assistance, but maybe other people in a similar situation to me," Tillie said hopefully.
"You mean someone who has been zapped to a new dimension by a reckless archangel and lost their sight in the process?" Bobby quipped.
Gabriel ignored Bobby's comment as he focused on Tillie. "So, what you're saying is that you want a computer, but you want me to get it for you the legitimate way, because you don't have the funds."
Tillie hesitated for a moment before nodding her head. "Yes. I mean, you did want to help earlier. And this is something you could do for me...if you wanted to."
Gabriel sighed and pulled a wallet out of his back pocket. He removed a credit card from his wallet and put it on the table in front of Sam. "Here, use this to order and pay for everything she needs."
Bobby, Dean and Sam all stared wide-eyed at Gabriel for a moment, until he broke the silence. "Hey, just in case you two muttonheads have forgotten, I did have a job when you showed up at the college back in Springfield. They did have to pay me you know. I didn't need the money, so I put it all away in an account tied to this card. Can't get much more legitimate than that."
Sam reached over to pick up the card. "Charlie Daniels?" he asked with a look of disbelief on his face. "And this is a legitimate card? Since when did you start lifting tricks from Dean and me?"
"It's not like I could use my real name kiddo," Gabriel scoffed. "I had to give them something that they could use."
Dean just grinned at Gabriel. "I'm sure it also gave you an excuse to take a vacation in Georgia with dear old Luci, right?"
"Not quite," he answered, but he winked at Dean as he continued. "Though I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too, and if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you."
Dean just put up his hands in surrender and laughed. Even if he seemed to be joking, he wasn't going to take that risk. There was no way he was making a bet with Gabriel. He might be Castiel's but brother, but he was also Lucifer's brother as well.
Sam had been ignoring the somewhat unusual, if not friendly banter between his brother and the angel while he placed the order. He looked over at Tillie. "Well, it is all taken care of. I placed the orders, and most things should be here within a week, two at the most. We could probably get the phone locally though."
"Thank you, Sam," Tillie said with a smile.
"Well, I couldn't have done it without Gabriel…or should I say, Charlie Daniels," Sam said. "He paid for it all."
Tillie found her way to Gabriel and gave him a hug. "Thank you…I…thank you," she stammered. "This will help me a lot."
Gabriel hesitated before giving in with a sigh and returning the hug. "First you threaten me and then you hug me. Women. I'll never understand any of you."
"Finally…something you and I can agree on," Dean chimed in while pouring himself another cup of coffee.
"And somewhere down in Hell there's a snowball fight going on, probably between his brothers," Sam muttered under his breath glancing up at the archangel as he put his laptop away.
"I heard that Sam," Tillie laughed, but next to her, she heard the brush of wings.
"Gabriel," Castiel announced without preamble. "We need to talk."
Tillie stiffened in Gabriel's arms at the sound of Castiel's voice and she moved quickly to his other side, away from the younger angel. Gabriel looked down at Tillie, remembering the prophecy she had shared with him during the night, and placed himself between her and Castiel. "Seriously bro, can't you even say hi? I mean, I'm really feeling the love here."
Castiel tilted his head and studied Tillie with curiosity for a moment before continuing. "Yes...hello...now, Gabriel, we need to talk."
"Okay, okay... keep your pants on, will you?" Gabriel said, letting go of Tillie as he walked toward Cas. "Sheesh... one of these days you're really going to need to lighten up. Look bro, I know you came here to talk to me, but there are a few things I need to go over with you, in private. So can you and I take this somewhere else?" With a nod of Castiel's head, the two angels disappeared, leaving behind three slightly bewildered hunters and one relieved prophet.
Bobby glanced over at Tillie before asking the room in general, "What the hell that was that all about?"
"I don't know why Cas came here," Tillie said as she found her way back to the table and collapsed into the nearest chair. Her shoulders slumped as she dropped her head into her hands and wiped the tears that had started to form before anyone could see them. She didn't think Dean would be too wiling to believe her vision about Cas and she wasn't up to sharing, especially without Gabriel here.
"You're the prophet," Dean stated flatly. "Shouldn't you know what is up between the two of them?"
Tillie looked towards Dean as fresh tears started to form in her eyes. "Would you please quit saying that? Look, I don't see everything that is going to happen. In fact, I have only seen..." Tillie placed a hand to her mouth as she tried to choke back a sob. "I have only seen…a few new things. And none of them make much sense right now."
"Dean, she's right," Sam said as he shot his brother a dirty look. "And just because you don't like the whole concept of prophets doesn't mean that you need to be an ass."
As Tillie wiped the tears from her face again with her shirt sleeve, she realized that she had been in the same clothes for awhile. "You know, umm...since they are off chatting about family stuff, umm, is there any chance that anyone would be willing to help me find some different clothes? I have been wearing this for two days now. Heck, I even died in this. It would be nice if I am going to stay here for awhile if I had more than one thing to wear."
"Okay, what sizes do you wear?" Dean asked, grabbing a pen and a tablet in order to write her answers down. "We'll get you something on a supply run."
"Why didn't y'all think about this before I left this morning?" Bobby chimed in. "I could've got a few things then."
"You were gone by the time I was up," Tillie answered the older hunter before turning to Dean. "But I don't think I want you to get me things on one of your supply runs. I may not be a fashionista, but I really don't rock the whole flannel look either. Can't I go and pick out my own clothes?
"You're blind," Dean scoffed, tossing the pen and tablet down as he got up to put his plate and coffee cup in the sink. "How are you going to do that?"
Sam turned around and smacked Dean in the back of the head "Dude, what the hell?"
"Lots of blind people can do things," Tillie scowled "I can get my own clothes with a little help from someone who would have more sensitivity than a boulder."
"Sensitivity," Dean laughed, glancing at Sam. "And I know exactly who can help you, right Samantha?"
"Because I actually had a girlfriend?" Sam shot back at his brother, the irritation evident in his voice. "And I don't make crude remarks while in the women's underwear section?"
Tillie tilted her head towards Dean for a moment as she tried to recall something. "Speaking of women's underwear, I think Dean is more of an expert on woman's underwear than any other guy in this house...thanks to Rhonda Hurley."
"Wha- whu... how did you...?" Dean choked out as his face turned began to turn the slightest shade of pink.
"Prophet. of. the. Lord." Tillie stated as she grinned. Of course, Dean didn't need to know that she had actually come by that information through watching the show in her world. It served him right for giving both her and Sam grief over women's clothing.
"Who the hell is Rhonda Hurley?" Bobby asked.
"I'm not sure," Sam said as he tried to remember who she might be.
Dean opened and closed his mouth several times before finally sputtering, "You…you…"
"Of course, I would still rather have Sam's help than yours," Tillie said taking delight in Dean's frustration. "But no offense Sam, I would really rather have a woman help me."
"Who though?" Sam asked, rubbing the back of his head. "It's not exactly like we're on good terms with any hunters... and I don't know any women who'd be wiling to help us out."
"How come I know more about your world than you do? What about Jodie Mills?" Tillie wondered aloud. When Tillie only got silence as a response, she continued. "You know, Sheriff Jodie Mills?"
"The Sheriff? The lady with the zombie kid?" Dean asked incredulously. "But she wears a uniform."
"I'm sure she doesn't wear one all of the time. Really Dean, do you pigeon whole everybody you meet?" Tillie asked in disbelief.
"Yes!" Sam and Bobby chorused at the same time Dean protested with a hearty "No!"
"The lady doth protest to much, methinks," Sam said with a roll of his eyes.
"Exactly!" Dean responded.
"He was talking about you, ya' numbskull," Bobby said, as Tillie and Sam laughed in the background. "I'll give the Sheriff a call and see if she can help out."
Next
Author: auntmo9
Rating:PG-13, for language
Genre and/or Pairing: Gen, Hints at Gabriel/OC
Spoilers: Spoilers through 6.16 And Then There Were None
Characters: Dean, Sam, Gabriel, Castiel, Bobby, OCs
Word Count: 2953
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters.
Summary: When Gabriel returns from another dimension with a new prophet, he not only has to help with the mess that he finds that the Winchesters and Castiel are in, but with the consequences of his own actions. Sequel to Gabriel, Interrupted.
A/N: Again, while it will contain spoilers for all episodes aired through 6.16, it is definitely going AU from there. Thanks to jaharper88 for her help and brainstorming with me on this chapter. This is unbeta'd so all mistakes are mine.
Not as apology, but simply as a fair warning, updates will be more sporadic due to the many things I have going on at the moment.
Chapters 01 02 03 04
Bobby walked into his house about that moment. "Well, y'all are gettin' along about as well as you were last night," he observed as he set a box down on the kitchen counter. "Least you hadn't broke nothin' yet."
"I'm not planning on breaking anything today," Tillie sighed, sitting back down at the table. She folded her arms on the table and rested her chin on her hand. "Though Dean might feel like strangling an angel."
Bobby looked between Dean and Gabriel for a minute before saying, "If you two are gonna to try and kill each other, take it outside. I don't wanna clean up any more messes in my house today than necessary."
Dean glanced at Gabriel, shrugged, and then continued drinking his coffee. Sam just shook his head and wondered if this was how every morning was going to go for the next few days as everyone adjusted to having Tillie and Gabriel in the house.
"Sam," Tillie began hesitantly. "I...I was wondering if there was something you could help me with?"
Sam glanced over at Tillie, surprised that she would be asking him for his assistance. "Um...yeah, sure...if I can."
Gabriel looked offended. "What can Sam help you with that I can't? Anything you need, just ask and I'll snap it right up."
Tillie chose to ignore Gabriel and continued to address Sam. "There are some things I would like to get; most of it is computer stuff. But there are a few other things I need, too. And I think you can look them up on your laptop and help order it for me."
"How can you even use a computer?" Bobby asked as he put away things from his earlier supply run. "Seeing how you're blind and all?"
"There are certain software applications that make computers easier for people who are blind or visually impaired to use them," Tillie explained. "Things like screen readers and sometimes OCR applications can be added to a basic computer so I could use them just as easily as anyone else."
Sam nearly started drooling when Tillie was explaining what she was looking for. Seeing the look in his brother's eye, Dean couldn't help but jump in. "You're a computer geek, too?" Dean scoffed. "It figures."
"I'm not a computer geek," Tillie replied. "Not that there is anything wrong with that. But I do know what is out there to help people who need it."
"Really? How is that possible?" Dean pried. "Because usually it is only the nerds who know terms like ROC."
"It's OCR, jerk," Sam corrected his brother. "And it stands for Optical Character Recognition. It is like computer vision. It can take a scanned text of a book, document, or even a handwritten image and turn it into an electronic file on the computer that you can edit or change. And with screen reader technology the computer would read out loud anything on the screen, so between the two, you could have anything, any website or any book that we scan, read to you, right?"
"See, computer nerd," Dean said as he pointed to his brother with a smirk on his face.
Tillie smiled, but ignored Dean. "Yeah Sam, that's right. The screen reader would be the most helpful to me. But the OCR could help you guys just, too. You could get some of Bobby's books on lore and stuff on a hard drive and then be able to annotate it with notes from your own experiences. Maybe even some hunters' journals. It would be helpful not only to you, but others out there, or the next generation to come along."
Bobby looked at her thoughtfully. "Never thought of something like that before."
"So how come you know this crap, if you're not a computer nerd?" Dean asked, as his eyes narrowed at Tillie.
Gabriel's eyes widened in fear, and Tillie knew without seeing that he didn't want her to explain how she knew him. Dean being mad at him for mauling him to death as a dog he could live with. The Winchesters knowing he had lived in a group home would be ten times worse. But even Sam was curious as to how she knew about those things. "Yeah Tillie," he said. "There aren't many people that know much about this kind of technology."
Tillie sighed. She was going to have to tell the Winchesters something, whether Gabriel liked it or not. But maybe she wouldn't have to tell them everything. "In a way, it was my job to know. I was a social worker...back in my reality. So I knew lots of different things about how to help lots of different people, but especially people with disabilities or people who were down on their luck."
Dean looked back and forth between Tillie and Gabriel and chuckled slightly as the wheels in his head stared to turn. "So if you were a social worker, how did you meet this candy-ass?"
Gabriel became agitated, growling slightly. "I didn't have any of my powers in her world, okay chuckleheads?" he answered for Tillie before she had a chance to respond. "She helped me out when I needed it, and she didn't ask for anything in return."
"Why you gotta go and aggravate the situation you idjit?" Bobby groused at Dean as he was putting beer away in the fridge. Turning to Tillie he asked, "Why not just read stuff in Braille?"
"I just went blind," Tillie explained. "Braille is a whole new language. It would be like one of you trying to learn to read Enochian. I will probably be able to do it, eventually. But not right away."
"Or in Dean's case, not ever," Gabriel muttered. Dean shot him a look that clearly said 'bite me' but he didn't say anything to the archangel. Sam ignored the two, and continued to talk to Tillie.
"You said there were other things you wanted me help you get," Sam reminded her. "What would those be? Maybe we have some that stuff around here."
"Thanks, but I doubt it," Tillie said. "I need a talking watch that will tell me the time, since I can't see a watch or a clock. And a cell phone would be good. Most new smart phones are too complicated to use without screen reader technology themselves. But an older style phone with a simple keypad that I could memorize would help me make and receive calls. Some models even have voice recognition technology that use voice dialing and have caller ID to announce who is calling you. One of those would be helpful."
While they had been talking, Sam pulled out his laptop and had begun the search for the items she was mentioning. He found most of them on a website specifically for assistive technology for people with visual impairments. He knew it would cost money, but as he looked at these prices, it was even more than some of the things that he and Dean usually put on their fraudulent credit cards. "Look, Tillie, I can find these things, like the computer, the software, the watch easily enough online to be able to order them, but these things are all pretty expensive. Where are we going to come up with the money for all of this?"
Tillie turned in her chair towards the direction where Gabriel had been speaking from and bit her lower lip "Seriously?" Gabriel sneered. "I thought you didn't want my help?"
"Gabriel, it wasn't about not wanting your help," Tillie explained. "I wanted you to ask before you did things for me. Is that so hard to understand?"
"I suppose not," he agreed. "But I still don't know why I can't just snap my fingers and bring it all here for you."
"Because if we order it from a company then I will have access to not just the technical assistance, but maybe other people in a similar situation to me," Tillie said hopefully.
"You mean someone who has been zapped to a new dimension by a reckless archangel and lost their sight in the process?" Bobby quipped.
Gabriel ignored Bobby's comment as he focused on Tillie. "So, what you're saying is that you want a computer, but you want me to get it for you the legitimate way, because you don't have the funds."
Tillie hesitated for a moment before nodding her head. "Yes. I mean, you did want to help earlier. And this is something you could do for me...if you wanted to."
Gabriel sighed and pulled a wallet out of his back pocket. He removed a credit card from his wallet and put it on the table in front of Sam. "Here, use this to order and pay for everything she needs."
Bobby, Dean and Sam all stared wide-eyed at Gabriel for a moment, until he broke the silence. "Hey, just in case you two muttonheads have forgotten, I did have a job when you showed up at the college back in Springfield. They did have to pay me you know. I didn't need the money, so I put it all away in an account tied to this card. Can't get much more legitimate than that."
Sam reached over to pick up the card. "Charlie Daniels?" he asked with a look of disbelief on his face. "And this is a legitimate card? Since when did you start lifting tricks from Dean and me?"
"It's not like I could use my real name kiddo," Gabriel scoffed. "I had to give them something that they could use."
Dean just grinned at Gabriel. "I'm sure it also gave you an excuse to take a vacation in Georgia with dear old Luci, right?"
"Not quite," he answered, but he winked at Dean as he continued. "Though I bet you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player too, and if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you."
Dean just put up his hands in surrender and laughed. Even if he seemed to be joking, he wasn't going to take that risk. There was no way he was making a bet with Gabriel. He might be Castiel's but brother, but he was also Lucifer's brother as well.
Sam had been ignoring the somewhat unusual, if not friendly banter between his brother and the angel while he placed the order. He looked over at Tillie. "Well, it is all taken care of. I placed the orders, and most things should be here within a week, two at the most. We could probably get the phone locally though."
"Thank you, Sam," Tillie said with a smile.
"Well, I couldn't have done it without Gabriel…or should I say, Charlie Daniels," Sam said. "He paid for it all."
Tillie found her way to Gabriel and gave him a hug. "Thank you…I…thank you," she stammered. "This will help me a lot."
Gabriel hesitated before giving in with a sigh and returning the hug. "First you threaten me and then you hug me. Women. I'll never understand any of you."
"Finally…something you and I can agree on," Dean chimed in while pouring himself another cup of coffee.
"And somewhere down in Hell there's a snowball fight going on, probably between his brothers," Sam muttered under his breath glancing up at the archangel as he put his laptop away.
"I heard that Sam," Tillie laughed, but next to her, she heard the brush of wings.
"Gabriel," Castiel announced without preamble. "We need to talk."
Tillie stiffened in Gabriel's arms at the sound of Castiel's voice and she moved quickly to his other side, away from the younger angel. Gabriel looked down at Tillie, remembering the prophecy she had shared with him during the night, and placed himself between her and Castiel. "Seriously bro, can't you even say hi? I mean, I'm really feeling the love here."
Castiel tilted his head and studied Tillie with curiosity for a moment before continuing. "Yes...hello...now, Gabriel, we need to talk."
"Okay, okay... keep your pants on, will you?" Gabriel said, letting go of Tillie as he walked toward Cas. "Sheesh... one of these days you're really going to need to lighten up. Look bro, I know you came here to talk to me, but there are a few things I need to go over with you, in private. So can you and I take this somewhere else?" With a nod of Castiel's head, the two angels disappeared, leaving behind three slightly bewildered hunters and one relieved prophet.
Bobby glanced over at Tillie before asking the room in general, "What the hell that was that all about?"
"I don't know why Cas came here," Tillie said as she found her way back to the table and collapsed into the nearest chair. Her shoulders slumped as she dropped her head into her hands and wiped the tears that had started to form before anyone could see them. She didn't think Dean would be too wiling to believe her vision about Cas and she wasn't up to sharing, especially without Gabriel here.
"You're the prophet," Dean stated flatly. "Shouldn't you know what is up between the two of them?"
Tillie looked towards Dean as fresh tears started to form in her eyes. "Would you please quit saying that? Look, I don't see everything that is going to happen. In fact, I have only seen..." Tillie placed a hand to her mouth as she tried to choke back a sob. "I have only seen…a few new things. And none of them make much sense right now."
"Dean, she's right," Sam said as he shot his brother a dirty look. "And just because you don't like the whole concept of prophets doesn't mean that you need to be an ass."
As Tillie wiped the tears from her face again with her shirt sleeve, she realized that she had been in the same clothes for awhile. "You know, umm...since they are off chatting about family stuff, umm, is there any chance that anyone would be willing to help me find some different clothes? I have been wearing this for two days now. Heck, I even died in this. It would be nice if I am going to stay here for awhile if I had more than one thing to wear."
"Okay, what sizes do you wear?" Dean asked, grabbing a pen and a tablet in order to write her answers down. "We'll get you something on a supply run."
"Why didn't y'all think about this before I left this morning?" Bobby chimed in. "I could've got a few things then."
"You were gone by the time I was up," Tillie answered the older hunter before turning to Dean. "But I don't think I want you to get me things on one of your supply runs. I may not be a fashionista, but I really don't rock the whole flannel look either. Can't I go and pick out my own clothes?
"You're blind," Dean scoffed, tossing the pen and tablet down as he got up to put his plate and coffee cup in the sink. "How are you going to do that?"
Sam turned around and smacked Dean in the back of the head "Dude, what the hell?"
"Lots of blind people can do things," Tillie scowled "I can get my own clothes with a little help from someone who would have more sensitivity than a boulder."
"Sensitivity," Dean laughed, glancing at Sam. "And I know exactly who can help you, right Samantha?"
"Because I actually had a girlfriend?" Sam shot back at his brother, the irritation evident in his voice. "And I don't make crude remarks while in the women's underwear section?"
Tillie tilted her head towards Dean for a moment as she tried to recall something. "Speaking of women's underwear, I think Dean is more of an expert on woman's underwear than any other guy in this house...thanks to Rhonda Hurley."
"Wha- whu... how did you...?" Dean choked out as his face turned began to turn the slightest shade of pink.
"Prophet. of. the. Lord." Tillie stated as she grinned. Of course, Dean didn't need to know that she had actually come by that information through watching the show in her world. It served him right for giving both her and Sam grief over women's clothing.
"Who the hell is Rhonda Hurley?" Bobby asked.
"I'm not sure," Sam said as he tried to remember who she might be.
Dean opened and closed his mouth several times before finally sputtering, "You…you…"
"Of course, I would still rather have Sam's help than yours," Tillie said taking delight in Dean's frustration. "But no offense Sam, I would really rather have a woman help me."
"Who though?" Sam asked, rubbing the back of his head. "It's not exactly like we're on good terms with any hunters... and I don't know any women who'd be wiling to help us out."
"How come I know more about your world than you do? What about Jodie Mills?" Tillie wondered aloud. When Tillie only got silence as a response, she continued. "You know, Sheriff Jodie Mills?"
"The Sheriff? The lady with the zombie kid?" Dean asked incredulously. "But she wears a uniform."
"I'm sure she doesn't wear one all of the time. Really Dean, do you pigeon whole everybody you meet?" Tillie asked in disbelief.
"Yes!" Sam and Bobby chorused at the same time Dean protested with a hearty "No!"
"The lady doth protest to much, methinks," Sam said with a roll of his eyes.
"Exactly!" Dean responded.
"He was talking about you, ya' numbskull," Bobby said, as Tillie and Sam laughed in the background. "I'll give the Sheriff a call and see if she can help out."
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