|C'est la mort
Author: SamiAnne PM
Quinn Fabray always felt like she never belonged anywhere. She never knew why; It was a mystery hidden deep within the depths of her soul. When she found out, though, she knew there was no going back. AU Season 8 of SupernaturalRated: Fiction T - English - Adventure/Drama - Castiel & Dean W. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 11,362 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 4 - Updated: 01-05-13 - Published: 11-07-12 - id: 8682226
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Lucy Quinn Fabray isn't what you'd call normal. She has always felt like she needed something else to complete her. Boys, cheerleading, her daughter... All it brought was pain. Everybody looked at her and assumed she was what she knew inside wasn't true. They said she was a selfish attention whore who will do anything just so she could be envied.
It wasn't even close. She was looking for something to fill the gap she had always felt.
They always said faith could fill that gap. It never was that way with her; she still felt empty.
It wasn't until she was at college when she started to find out why. Her past; what she had done. The mistakes she had made, and what was yet to come.
She only heard the voices once her senior year, at the beginning. She thought it was a weird dream, more like a nightmare, about heaven. A new God. It made her delve deeper into delinquency.
The voices didn't really start until October... and by that time she was already in Yale. Well adjusted... happy.
It was like a paper cut at first; the memories barely even registered with her. The dreams weren't too bad, just flashes that dimmed before the light of day touched her skin.
I all changed one night, and she wasn't ready for it. She would never be ready, not really. She had always known when to keep her mouth shut. She knew she was crazy, she's always been a bit crazy.
But this... she stood, listening. She heard them all the time these days. She ignored at first. She couldn't now; it was too strong.
She only heard things at first, but now she saw things, and felt..something. She saw him and just knew; he had something to do with it. He hung around her campus for a while, paranoid.
She followed him one day; she was apparently a better criminal than he was. She guessed it was all the delinquency from her days as a skank.
He was in an abandoned church. She waited until night-time to pick the lock; and.. she gets attacked by a water gun.
"What the hell?" She yelled, and he put it down. "Who are you?"
"Shouldn't I be asking that? You're the one who broke into my base!"
She took a double-take on that one. "-your base? That's...cool. I'm Quinn Fabray. Do you have a towel I could use?" He turned around and handed her a towel.
"Kevin Tran. Why are you here?"
"I saw you and felt.. I don't know you looked important or something, I just needed to figure out why. I not crazy; believe me. I've just been hearing voices lately. Not schizophrenic voices. It's just like they talk about things. Weird things."
"I'm not crazy either. Though I think I am half the time. It's been half a year and I still don't believe it."
"Kevin Tran-that name sounds familiar." She said, thinking.
"I went missing last year, you probably saw it th-"
"-shh." She quieted him, thinking. "Prophet! You're a prophet." She said, figuring it out.
"Wait, how do you now that?" He asked, worry in his voice becoming very obvious.
"I don't know how I know. I just... know." She looked down, thinking again. "It's angels."
"Angels?" He said, getting more worried.
"I finally figured it out. Angels-I hear them. All the time." She looks over. "Every minute. I wasn't exactly stable before but this is..." She sits on a pew and starts crying.
Kevin looks at her awkwardly for a second, and then sits next to her, putting his arm around her, trying his luck at being comforting.
"Why can't I just catch a break? Seriously, my life sucks. Looking at me, you'd think I'm perfect, right? That I've lived privileged? Well, it's true, if you count getting pregnant at 16. Or any of the other crap I've gone through. I don't understand. Does God hate me so much that he keeps doing this to me?"
"I was going to get into Princeton before I got called as a prophet. My life became ruined because of those holy bastards. So, I understand." She looked at him and smiled.
They stuck around each other for a while, until Kevin had to leave. They kept in touch while she kept studying; he kept her sane. He understood everything. She visited him when she had the time, and she could tell him when there were demons around, she could see their faces.
She helped him find places to stop and she even helped him check on his ex-girlfriend, all while keeping a respectable 3.9 GPA. She loved the lack of social pressure. Her mistakes didn't follow her as much as she'd pessimistically hoped.
So, she got through the year. She was in a surprising number of productions; apparently the drama professors liked her emotion. If Quinn Fabray could do anything, it was multitask.
Kevin stopped calling after May, and she got worried. They usually phoned once a month, at least. His last location was in Iowa, so she started there. The church was crawling with demons. She hoped he hadn't been killed. She'd know, right?
She looked everywhere, to no avail. And then, she got a call from him.
"Quinn, I need you to help me." There was panic in his voice.
"Kevin! Of course. Where are you?" She asked, somewhat relived. She met him in Montana, and he wasn't alone. His mother was with him, but she was catatonic.
He needed her to help find a place to keep her safe, while also helping him run from 'two really tall jerks who almost killed his mother'.
"I would do anything for you. Honestly, you helped me stay out of the loony bin for almost an entire year. I owe you." She said, and then finished. "That's not even why I'm doing this. You're probably the only person I have ever met who actually understands everything. So I don't want you go get hurt." She hugged him and left.
She traveled around leaving trails, while he got as far away as he possibly could. She'd stay in a room in the same motel, just to make sure they bought it. They always did, and they really were tall jerks.
It was all going well until one night, she went out for a bite to eat when she gets grabbed from behind and shoved up against a wall by a mysterious figure.