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Naomi nodded and smiled. "Did I past the test?"

"Yes it was I should have been smarter and better not tp let you jump." Naomi whispered.

Naomi looked at them hurt that they would think that. "Mom and dad were hunting and they dropped us off the park. I challenged you a swinging contest where we jumped off at the end. I let you go first and then you fell and I panicked. When they came back Dad flipped out on me and so did mom. I felt like failure for letting you get hurt."

Naomi looked at them they were really serious about her not being a her.

"No she wouldn't if this was Demon they could just say that to get to Dean." Sam said. "You guys all know that Demons do anything."

"Splash me with Holy Water, draw a demon trap, salt me for all I care. I can't even think on why would discuss the option that I'm a fake me." Naomi whispered.

Naomi smiled faintly though she knew what Sam was thinking she could tell by her sister's face that she was thinking the same thing.

"No unless he took possession of her which that didn't happen." Sam said. "There's two theories this isn't Naomi or Naomi isn't a human." Sam said lowly.

Naomi sighed some feeling a like a disapointment. "I'm sorry."

Sam looked at Naomi. "Normally humans don't see things like that."

"I saw Dean being tortured over and over again. Then I remember how he told me he went to hell because he sold his soul to save Sam." Remembering that moment like it was yesterday.

Sam didn't really like thinking about that either.

"I told them to stop." Naomi knew she was seeing the past, but she had to try.


Sam looked at her she looked totally drained."What's wrong?" He asked Dean.

((Sorry it took so long I went to bed and had school))

Daokota looked at him a little bit. "I still don't want your help." She whispered softly. "My family doesn't like handouts even if the attentions are good." She sighed some. "I'm tired really tried of my life. Sometimes I wish it would be better." There was no way she would tell him about her dreams she had at night and while she was awake. Only imagining his laughs echoing in her head. "But I know it won't get better. In a few days I will either be a maid or a slave." Neither option sounded great, but being a maid wouldn't be as great as slave.

"I know you want to help and I don't know how to help. If there is a way you could stop your marriage that would stop the slave deal." She was thinking out a loud. It was going to get dark soon and even if it most of the tales she heard was fake she wasn't going to take any chances. "There's a hotel down the road we are both to far from home so we should go there. People get a little crazy out here at night." Then she felt bad because he probably thought she would try to do something. "I don't like selling myself and it probably wouldn't make yourself look good if you went into a hotel with the towns' whore."

The tears were coming back this was the last thing she wanted to happen. Her sleeve wiped her eyes. "Then if you don't go to the hotel there's going to be people who will want to hurt you because they think......" Cutting herself off she didn't want to say anything else. If she told him he would be upset with his dad and if his dad abused him. This thought made her shiver some.

Then she felt herself zone out. This happened when she saw glimpses of things they weren't real. It was just a dream. Her and a little boy were running around in a big grass yard. She called out Landon. Taunting him that he couldn't catch her. Dakota's face paled. The next time she blinked she was back in the alley way. Noises of the crowds getting their last minute things. Merchants were closing up. Her stomach growled some she forgot that she didn't eat anything today. She had been too busy running and fighting with the Prince.

What did that vision mean? She didn't know Landon. Knowing for sure she would remember meeting the Prince of her kingdom and playing with him as a little kid. She hoped he didn't notice her zoning out. "Look most people think your really bad because the King says your making theses ideas. That's why I reacted them way I did, but I now realize you're not that bad. You're just a guy." Smiling softly her blue eyes glisten a little bit because of the tears that were still forming in her eyes. "I'm sorry I just don't like my life and I want things to be better. Then I slapped you." It felt like everything was breaking for her. "I don't like selling myself."

Dakota felt so ashamed for crying in front of someone she just met. Let alone the Prince of the kingdom. Then vision left her nervous too mostly she was just tired. A person can only take so much before breaking down. "I'm hungry, tired, and alone. I'm complaining to stranger about my problems. I know I'm doomed." Her voice was shaky some. "You don't care about my personal problems people have it worse than me."

"I saw you and I couldn't help you." She whispered hearing someone come in. "I told them to stop."


Sam walked in the room to see Naomi a nervous wreck.

Naomi relaxed against her. "I saw you in the hell." She whispered.

Sam nodded slowly.

Naomi nodded her head. "They torture you in there I saw it."


Sam sighed. "Sorry."

"They were hurting you over and over again. They couldn't hear me. I begged them to stop." She whispered.


"Not without Dean or I." Sam said.

Naomi opened her eyes, but they looked broken. "Dean are you okay. Please tell me your okay."


"I think so." Sam said.

Naomi felt lost. "Please stop it." She knew they couldn't hear her. This was just her seeing something that happened.


"Well let's go back to the room." Sam said.

Dakota notice that he followed her to the alley way. Couldn't he just leave her alone all ready? Did he want to arrest her? "Come to take me away?" She asked softly trying to push back the tears that have been coming down her face. Then he starting saying sorry. She glanced up at him. He really meant it. Biting her lip a little bit before saying her name. She really wasn't sure whether or not she should say her name considering it could end badly for her or someone in her family. Seeing him sit down on the ground for what looked like the first time seemed funny. Though she didn't dare to laugh at him knowing that could cause her more harm than she already had coming.

"My name is Dakota." Whispering softly looking down a little bit. "I'm sorry for slapping you. I shouldn't have done that to you. It wasn't very lady like and it was wrong as a person to do that too." Blowing her hair out of her face. "I just thought you were trying to pity me and my family." Her voice grew very low. "But you weren't I guess." She felt really bad she had no right hitting him even if he was a Prince. "And I understand whatever punishment you have to give to me. I deserve it."

Everything she just said was true. This was probably the most sincerst she had been in awhile. Her eyes wandered to a little scar on his face when she looked up at him. "Your dad doesn't hit you right?" That could explain why he looked hurt when she slapped him that or he wasn't used to be talked down to like he was nothing. Maybe she went to far? These thoughts raced through her head.

"If you want we can start over? My name is Dakota." She smiled trying to make things right because she did feel bad for slapping him. Dakota was doing her best not to think about what her mom would say if she found out about this. She could only hear the disappointment in her voice. That would be a swell thing to hear about. With her luck they probably already know about this thing. Dakota wasn't the best at making new friends or any really. She hoped this was a good start. After all it wasn't everyday she got to talk to a Prince.

"Your name is?" Of course she already knew it. She wasn't going to start treating him like a Prince, but maybe a friend. He didn't really do anything to prove to her that he was a Prince. He was just another guy with a title. For some reason this time around it seemed wrong. "You really do care what happens?" She dropped the act about restarting because she was curious or maybe she was hopeful. That something good would come out of all this. "I feel really bad for doing that and starting over doesn't help my mind stay at rest."

I don't know if you saw my edit, but I have to go to bed soon so most likely my post will be up in the morning.

Okay I can go pretty long so I just wanted to make sure.If I don't respond tonight its because I went to bed, but I will do my best to get a post up tonight.

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