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Fallen and Once Upon A Time
Naomi kept walking not really hearing Dean.
Sam started to walk down the hallway.
((Should she get her memories back all at once or just a glismpe?))
Sam started to walk down the hallway.
((Should she get her memories back all at once or just a glismpe?))
Dean followed beside her, worried.Wyatt walked beside him, looking around. She bit her lip lightly.
((You can choose, I'm fine with either of those options..))
Naomi went out the hotel door. She saw her mom and dad talking about her. Was this a memory? They were in a car ride. She saw a younger version of herself sleeping with her sister in the backseat. "I didn't know what he was. I'm sorry." Her mom looked at her dad then everything was normal sort of. She was in a parking lot at the hotel. Feeling her knees started to collapse from underneath her.
"So what's your favorite breakfast food?" Sam asked trying to make some small talk.
"So what's your favorite breakfast food?" Sam asked trying to make some small talk.
Dean stayed by his side. When he saw it looked like she might fall, he grabbed her gently."Pancakes." Wyatt replied. "What about you?" She asked in reply.
"Dean how did I get here?" Naomi asked confusion was all over her face.
"Waffles." Sam said. "Pancakes are yesterday's breakfast."
"Waffles." Sam said. "Pancakes are yesterday's breakfast."
"You've been here the whole time.." Dean whispered. "What did you see?" He asked."Really?" She rolled her eyes at his comment about pancakes.
"I have?" Naomi looked around. "I was sleeping, but my parents were having some type of conversation saying. I didn't know what he was. Then I was here."
"Waffles are the future." Sam said. "It's the the truth."
"Waffles are the future." Sam said. "It's the the truth."
Dean nodded. "Okay. Hmmm." He fell silent for a moment, trying to figure it out."Yeah, right." Wyatt shook her head.
Naomi looked around some more. "I'm sorry I don't know who He is."
"Look it up if you don't believe me." Sam said.
"Look it up if you don't believe me." Sam said.
"It could be. Have you ever tried to do some research on him?" Dean asked softly.Wyatt smiled faintly back at him, biting her lower lip.
Naomi looked at Dean if he was for real. "I don't know because I don't remember"
Sam walked into the dinning room. "I wonder where the two lovebirds went."
Sam walked into the dinning room. "I wonder where the two lovebirds went."
"Right, sorry." Dean had forgotten that her memory gap went back before she found out that her father wasn't the one that she grown up with.Wyatt shrugged. "I don't know."
Naomi smiled a little bit. "Maybe we should do some research though" She said. "Let's go in."
Sam didn't see them anywhere. "Maybe they went somewhere else in the hotel."
Sam didn't see them anywhere. "Maybe they went somewhere else in the hotel."
Naomi felt exhausted. "Dean I...." Her eyes closed passing out from exhaustion.
Sam nodded his in agreement. "Maybe we should just get breakfast?"
Sam nodded his in agreement. "Maybe we should just get breakfast?"
Dean luckily still had his arms around her. "Naomi?" He said gently, picking her up. He wasn't sure if this way because of a demon or her just being tired."It's up to you." Wyatt shrugged.
Naomi curled into him. She felt like she been drained of all her energy. Like seeing what happened took a lot out of her.
"And I'm saying its up to you." Sam said.
"And I'm saying its up to you." Sam said.
Dean carried her back to their room, figuring that Wyatt and Sam would still be there.Wyatt sighed. "You decide. I suck with decisions..."
"Dean?!" She was having a nightmare on repeat. She saw him being torture. A random memory popped in her head how Dean was telling her about him going to hell, but this nightmare was very real. "No." She whimpered in defeat.
Sam looked at her and shook his head."They are done with breakfast. Are all women so indcisvie?" He asked.
Sam looked at her and shook his head."They are done with breakfast. Are all women so indcisvie?" He asked.
"It's okay Naomi. You're okay. I'm right here." He said gently. Dean opened the door to their room and set her on the bed. Wyatt shrugged. "I don't know. I really don't Know many people so I have no clue." She bit her lip lightly.
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.
"Well let's go back to the room." Sam said.
Dean didn't know how to help her. Wyatt shrugged. "Okay. Are we still planning on staying here for a few days?"
Naomi opened her eyes, but they looked broken. "Dean are you okay. Please tell me your okay."
"I think so." Sam said.
"I think so." Sam said.
"I'm okay Naomi. I'm okay." He reassured her gently. Dean was worried more about her as he watched her. "Okay, well am I allowed to go to the library?" She asked.
"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.
"Not without Dean or I." Sam said.
Dean nodded. "It's okay. I'm okay, I promise." He stood up and walked a few steps as if to prove it. Wyatt sighed. "Fine."
Dean frowned. How had she seen him? He asked himself. Wyatt walked back to the room, pushing the door open since Dean hadn't locked it.
"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.
Sam walked in the room to see Naomi a nervous wreck.
"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.
Sam looked at her she looked totally drained."What's wrong?" He asked Dean.
Dean nodded. He glanced at Sam. "I think she remembered something but I'm not sure." He said softly. Wyatt bit her lip and sighed.
"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.
Sam didn't really like thinking about that either.
Dean nodded. He sighed, wondering why she had to remember that out of everything. Wyatt guessed that Naomi wouldn't want her going anywhere so she sat down.
Naomi sighed some feeling a like a disapointment. "I'm sorry."
Sam looked at Naomi. "Normally humans don't see things like that."
Sam looked at Naomi. "Normally humans don't see things like that."
"Don't be sorry. It's alright." Dean said to her. He turned to Sam. "Could it be possible that the demon we killed could remember that, like it was there, and somehow it transferred the memory to her?" He asked. Wyatt bit her lip. Maybe that's why Naomi's father wasn't around, maybe he wasn't human.
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.
"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.
Dean nodded. "Okay." Wyatt heard that and bit her lip. "If The Naomi that's here wasn't the real Naomi, would she have the same memories?" She asked Sam softly.
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.
"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.
Dean sighed. He nodded. Wyatt knew the best way to make sure Naomi was really herself was to ask her something. So that's what she did. "How did I break my arm when I was eight?" She asked softly. Wyatt remembered that they were on a swing set at a park. She had swung really high then jumped off the swing. She landed on her arm, breaking it.
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."
Wyatt nodded. "That wasn't your fault. I'm the one that jumped." She bit her lip lightly, glad that Naomi was really Naomi.




Wyatt waited for him to lead the way, still not fully awake.