"Alayna, these will help you sleep. Just take them two hours before your regular bedtime." Doctor Miller peered up at Alayna, as his glasses lay on the end of his nose. She gave him a nervous smile and nodded her head.
"Ok, thanks." She smiled weakly, as she stared down at the packet of samples, resting in her hands.
"You can pick up your prescription in the morning." He said, as he sighed and took his glasses off his nose. "So is everything else ok?" He asked sitting back in his chair, holding her chart in his lap. She shrugged her shoulders looking up at him.
"Yes, I've been fine." He just shook his head and got up from the chair, placing a hand on her shoulders.
"We'll find out in a few days if the treatment has been taking. Hang in there, Kid." He gave her a halfhearted smile and proceeded to leave the exam room. Alayna rolled her eyes and scoffed at his comment. She stepped off the exam table and exited the room. She quickly walked down the hallway, toward the receptionist, to pay for her appointment.
"Hello, Mrs. Stewart, so nice to see you again. Do you need to make another appointment? You want to make it a year from today?" The receptionist smiled sweetly at Alayna. She knew Patti was just doing her job, but she should know by now. Alayna wouldn't be alive a year from now, unless a miracle happened.
Alayna couldn't hold back her laugh, as she shook her head back and forth, "No, I'm good." Patty, the receptionist, raised an eyebrow in confusion. But Patti proceeded to process Alayna's payment, with no comment.
Alayna walked out of the doctor's office, quickly pulling her coat tightly around her, and she got onto the elevator. She pulled the new sleeping pills out of her pocket and examined the packaging further. She brought her hand up to her mouth and went into a violent coughing fit, as her whole body shook. She looked down at her hand and rolled her eyes. She quickly pulled a Kleenex from her pocket and wiped the small blood splatter from her palm. She finally made it to the lobby and quickly walked out of the building.
After a stressful drive full of idiotic drivers, Alayna finally made it home. She quickly flopped herself onto her oversized chair. She sighed, as she took her shoes off and threw them by the front door. She got her new pills out of her pocket and popped one out. She knew exactly what to take with this pill and decided to head upstairs. She turned the corner, walked into her room, and saw her king sized bed calling her name.
"Ah, Bed, I am so happy to see you!" She said smiling at the inanimate object, as she flung her body onto it. She looked over at her big screen TV, which sat across from her bed and started flipping through the channels.
"Nothing on," she sighed as; she dropped the remote onto her bed, "perfect excuse to watch Supernatural." She said with a smile, as she glided over to the DVD player, and pressed play. She decided to continue where she left off, and started playing the episode "Two Minutes to Midnight." It was the second to last episode in season 5, her favorite.
She turned back to her bed, crawled under the blankets, and began to violently cough again. She grabbed a Kleenex from the box and continued to cough into it. She stared with alarm, seeing more blood than she had ever seen before. Trying to forget about the blood, she discarded it into the garbage can, and forgot about it.
She slowly reached under her bed and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. She undid the cap and leaned her head back and took a large swig. She shook her head back and forth and yelled, "Woo!" As she scrunched up her face and stuck her tongue out. The taste was intense, as it stung the back of her throat. But it made her feel so much better and she smiled. She set the bottle down on her night stand and sighed.
She continued watching the screen and suddenly she started to feel very tired. Her eye lids closed slowly, her body relaxed, and she slowly fell into dreamland.
After several hours of sleep, Alayna jerked her head up off of her pillow. Something had startled her, but she wasn't sure what. She looked around in confusion and heard a strange noise, but her eyes shut involuntarily again. She threw open her eyes again to the crashing sound, which was coming from the basement. She widened her eyes and pulled her legs out from underneath the covers. She swiftly walked to her closet and pulled out her pump action shotgun. She quickly ran out of her bedroom and headed down the stairs to the main floor. The gun was secured at her side, as she marched down the stairs. She took a deep breath, as she stood in the kitchen.
"Alright you bastards, you seriously picked the wrong house to rob again." Alayna shouted loudly and aggressively, as she headed for the basement door. She secured the butt of the shotgun into her shoulder. She flung the basement door open, trying to be confident. She was pointed the shot gun down the stairs, as two shadows put their hands up.
"Come on." She sighed tiredly, as she gestured with the shot gun. She slowly back up, as they made their way up the stairs. They were still in the shadows and she couldn't make out their features. So she decided to lie to them.
"You know the cops are on their way." Alayna said lying, as the two shadows finally made it up the stairs. They were staring at her completely confused and one looked terrified.
Alayna's eyes got wide, as her mouth flung open, and she slowly lowered the shotgun in disbelief. She started frantically rubbing her eyes and placed her free hand over her eyes. She was hoping they would just disappear. Maybe she was just hallucinating. Was it the medication, maybe the alcohol? She wasn't sure, but she knew, that the two people standing in front of her could not be real.
"I have got to quit drinking and mixing medications." She muttered to herself, as she slowly looked through her fingers. She stared in disbelief still not convinced. She had to be insane at this point.
"You two are just hallucinations. This can absolutely not be real!" She said trying to reason with herself, throwing her hands all around. The two men in front of her flinched slightly, as the shotgun went with her flailing hands.
"I assure you, Love, we are 100% real," One man said, as he leaned back and flicked the other man in the ear.
"Ouch, Crowley, what the hell." He furrowed his eyebrows at him and frowned. He was carefully holding a hand on his throbbing earlobe.
"See." Crowley said convincingly, as he looked at Alayna. He was shrugging his shoulders, while his hands rested in his pockets.
"No, No, and No." Alayna said frantically, as she stared at them in disbelief.
She pointed at Crowley and said, "You are a dirty bastard and the King of Hell." she said angrily. Her demeanor completely changed, as she looked over at the other man with a sweet smile.
"And you sir are Dean Winchester. You guys are completely false people." She said as she shrugged her shoulders.
"Hey I resent that," Crowley said pointing at her, "And I am not a bastard and you said King of Hell?" Crowley said, as he raised an eyebrow, and a smirk came across his lips.
"Ah crap, you're not there yet?" Alayna asked him seriously, as she scrunched up her face. He shook his head back and forth.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Dean said pointing toward her furiously. "You're not one of the crazy book fans are you? God the last thing I need is another Becky."
Alayna rolled her eyes and set the shot gun onto the counter. "Sweetie, I'm not some book fan. You're on a TV show." Dean still pointing his finger at her, looked over at Crowley with a confused look on his face. He opened and closed his mouth, like he wanted to say something, but just shrugged his shoulders.
"There aren't more of you are there?" Alayna asked cautiously, as she pointed down the stairs. They both shook their heads 'No' and she was relieved.
Alayna sighed and started walking around the kitchen frantically, still trying to let all of this set in, "I need a shot, how about you two?" She asked, as her mind raced. She got on her tip toes, as she reached into a tall cabinet. She pulled out three shot glasses and another bottle of whiskey. She set them down on the counter in a hurry. She peered behind her to see Crowley and Dean still standing there, looking at her confused. She quickly filled all three shot glasses and turned back around.
"Well, as fun as this has been," Crowley said looking back at Dean, "Good luck." He said to Dean with a smirk, as he raised his hand and snapped. Nothing happened and Crowley tried to snap again. Alayna raised an eyebrow at him, as she smirked while taking her first shot. He must be human here, because he's defiantly not going anywhere.
"Looks like you're stuck, Champ, maybe even human." She said, as she laughed. She raised an eyebrow, while handing him a shot, and then one to Dean.
Crowley crinkled his eyebrows at her statement and unenthusiastically took the shot glass. Dean shrugged his shoulders and happily took the shot, throwing his head back.
She poured herself another shot and quickly drank it. She held up the bottle of whiskey and raised an eyebrow.
"Want another?" She asked. Dean brought his hand up to his forehead and started shaking his head yes. He quickly took the shot and downed it. Crowley handed his shot glass back to her, not really wanting more.
"Well, I guess we should sit down." Alayna said, as she grabbed the bottle of whiskey and they followed her into the living room.
"Let me ask you this." Alayna said, as she took a swig from the bottle. She was pointing toward the boys and sighed. "Where are you guys in your life right now: Apocalypse, Soulless Sam, Leviathans?" She asked, as they both raised an eyebrow. They looked at each other completely taken aback and Dean's jaw fell open. She mentally kicked her self, thinking about Crowley being the King of hell. If he didn't know, then obviously they were still in the apocalypse.
Crowley sighed and looked over at her, "Apocalypse." He said, as he lifted his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes at her. "How do you know?" Dean looked over at Crowley and then back at Alayna. He was very confused, frustrated, and he started throwing his hands in the air.
"And, what the heck is Soulless Sam, and Levia-Whats?" Dean asked piping up, motioning for her to hand over the whiskey bottle. Alayna laughed out loud, as she pointed at Dean. She quickly handed him the whiskey bottle.
"Sorry, but if you aren't there yet, then I'm not going to tell you. I just don't want to ruin the story."
Crowley looked over at her with intrigue, "And I'm apparently the King of Hell?" He asked, as she nervously laughed a little.
"I lied, I meant King of the Crossroads." She said shrugging, trying to back. He shook his head at her, with a smirk. He knew she was telling the truth about being the King of Hell, but he let it go.
"So, where exactly are we?" Dean asked, as he looked around. Alayna shrugged her shoulders slightly.
"You're in Chicago, My friend." She said, as she gestured for Dean to hand over the whiskey. She graciously too the bottle from him and took another swig, almost emptying the bottle. She sighed and continued to gawk at the two men sitting on her couch in disbelief.
"So how exactly did you guys get in my basement?" She asked, as Dean leaned forward resting his elbows onto his knees. He glared over at Crowley and then back at Alayna.
"We were sitting in the Impala." He said, as he ran his fingers through his hair. "We were just getting ready to go talk to Death." He said looking at Alayna. Alayna nodded her head, remembering the scene perfectly.
"Do you know how that ends, Love?" Crowley asked curiously, as Dean looked over at him.
Alayna laughed and shook her head, "Yes I've seen it to many times, but I can't tell you. Then it wouldn't all work out." She said, as she slowly got up from her chair. She quickly walked over to the kitchen. She set the whiskey bottle on the counter and sighed.
"We've got to figure out a way for you two to get back home." Alayna said, as she pivoted on her foot. She stared at them from the kitchen, while she pointed toward the two.
Dean nodded his head in agreement and looked over at her, "Yeah and fast before Sammy does something stupid." Alayna internally cringed at the thought of Sam jumping into Lucifer's cage, but she tried not to show it to them.
She started shaking her head back and forth, "My names, Alayna, by the way." She waved awkwardly and came back to her oversized chair, sitting across from them.
"Well it's nice to meet you, Alayna," Crowley said, as he sat back into the couch looking down at his stomach.
"Yes, nice to meet you, Alayna." Dean said, as he nodded his head a little bit.
"What's that?" Crowley asked Dean, as he pointed down to his growling stomach. Dean rolled his eyes and then gave him a confused look.
"What, do demons not get hungry?" Crowley scoffed at his comment and shook his head.
"We don't need to eat, you twat." Dean rolled his eyes again and looked over at Alayna.
"You have anything good to eat?" He asked, as he laid a hand onto Crowley's shoulder. He laughed softly, as he pushed him slightly. "I think Chuckles here is hungry." Alayna laughed at this statement and she got up, motioning for the two of them to follow her.
She quickly opened the loaded up fridge and pointed to it, "Help yourselves." She smiled, as she backed away from the fridge and let Crowley and Dean Pillage through it.
She didn't fully understand what was going on. She knew thought that she had to figure out a way for them to get back into their own time frame. She figured it might take a while, but she hoped for their sake, they were gone before she succumbed to her illness and died.
A/N: Alright I hope you enjoyed this! Please review if you like this story and I'll keep going.