{graveyard} waking sleeping beauty

[blckmagc_woman]

It felt like waking up from a long, long sleep with a gentle hand on her cheek and a whisper in her ear. "Wake up, dear. Wake up, Abby." It sounded like her mother. But no. That wasn't right. That wasn't her name. And there was no one there, just a brush of air across her face and a silent whisper in her ear

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[jstliketherifle]

Dean was told, by an angel, to drive across the country and pick up Bela Talbot.

Dean had no idea why he actually agreed to do it.

For one thing, Bela was dead. That much he was certain of. For another, he was still carrying a bit of a grudge over that whole stealing-his-car-stealing-the-Colt-trying-to-kill-them thing. He was also pretty sure that she had a bit of one herself for some of the things he had done, and yet he went, and he didn't bring Sam. Sam had a kid and a wife, and that didn't need an angel assignment on top of it. Besides, he needed something to do anyway.

He pulled the car into the small pathway that ran through the graveyard, stopping when he spotted her. He paused behind the wheel for a moment, not sure of what to do, before putting the car into park and climbing out. He isn't even sure what to say, either, but he's just going to stand there looking at her until he figures it out.

[blckmagc_woman]

She saw the car first. She came to a stop and stared at it and let her eyes drift over to him. Her arms wrapped around herself protectively and she met his eyes.

It was several long minutes before she spoke. "What are you doing here?" she asked softly.

[jstliketherifle]

Dean sighed as he looked over at her, not really sure how to answer the question. "I was told to come pick you up."

[blckmagc_woman]

She took a step back. "Camille," she whispered. "...you?"

[jstliketherifle]

"Cute wide eyed little blond? Yeah. She dropped by and said you need a ride." Dean sighed heavily, before gesturing over to the passenger side. "Come on. It's better if we don't have this conversation here."

[blckmagc_woman]

She still didn't know what had happened or what Camille had done to save her life, and she didn't know who she was supposed to trust.

"You didn't seem to want to help me earlier," she said a little bitterly. Her timeline was all messed up, and while she didn't try to think of how fast Dean had gotten to her, it still felt like they had just spoken.

[jstliketherifle]

He sighed softly, before looking over at her. "It's been five years, Bela. I'm over it."

[blckmagc_woman]

"What? No, it's...it can't be..." She shook her head.

[jstliketherifle]

"Yeah," Dean nodded. "She said you wouldn't remember, but it's been a long time."

[blckmagc_woman]

"Five years? Where was I?" She knew that answer, but she really didn't want to know.

[jstliketherifle]

"Considering how things ended, I'm assuming that you were downstairs like me," he said with a bit of a shrug. "But if you don't remember, I can't tell you."

[blckmagc_woman]

"Is it...is it normal? To not remember?"

[jstliketherifle]

"I have no idea," Dean shrugged. "I do, but I wasn't down there for five years."

[blckmagc_woman]

"Why should I believe that you want to help me now? Why can't anyone tell me what I'm doing here?" She didn't trust Dean, and she had been given no reason to. She wouldn't do it just because Camille said to.

[jstliketherifle]

"Look, sweetheart, if I knew anything about this whole mess, I would tell you, but right now I'm as clueless as you are. All I know is that I was told to come pick you up and here I am."

[blckmagc_woman]

"I can take care of myself," she said sharply.