“Who I Am Inside” Part 3
This day off was not going as planned. After dealing with those FBI agents, I’m on edge. To make things even better my boss called me in to receive some packages she ordered for the Library and sort through them. She couldn’t get them herself because the UPS was delivering them at 8 P.M and was babysitting her granddaughters.
I spent most of the day in the living room on my laptop typing, watching Friends, and eating an endless amount of popcorn with gobs of butter. At one point, I thought I would try to be productive, but everything was pretty much done. Getting antsy, I looked up stuff online about essential oils since I recently bought a diffuser. My absolute favorite recipe for it is 3 drops of lemongrass, 2 drops of peppermint, and 3 drops of lavender. It’s like inhaling heaven.
I also tried to look up strong connections at first sight, to see if I could find anything. Nothing popped up except love at first sight crap.
“Why am I even trying. It’s probably nothing.” I thought to myself
As the hours go by faster and faster. It was already time to head to the Library. I changed into a pair of skinny jeans, a black v-neck, my favorite cardigan, and my black pair of riding boots. Dressy, I know, but it all of it was lying in the chair next to the closet and I’m to lazy to look for anything else. Plus, knowing me, I would run into somebody I would know. Since I decided to pick up some stuff at the store afterwards.
I grabbed my keys and headed to my car. I got in and started blasting pandora with the aux cord. It took me only 7 minutes to get there since I live pretty close. As I hopped out of the car, I opened up the side door to the Library, and went immediately into the conference room. I turned on the light in there, since he usually pulls up this way when he delivers packages and sat in one of the comfy conference room chairs. Scrolling through facebook to pass the time.
As I sat there deep in thought, staring blankly at my screen, I heard a noise. It kept getting louder and louder. Until, I realized it was someone knocking on the side door. I ran to the door and he greeted me with a smile. He thanked me for signing, as he handed me the packages. I gave him a warm smile back, told him to have a nice night, then shut the door. I took the boxes back to the conference and organized them exactly how she wanted it. 30 minutes later I was done. Smiling to myself, realizing that I can go home now, I grabbed my purse and keys.
I looked around to make sure I got everything, when it seemed like I did, I turned to head home. Until I saw a shadowed figure out in the hallway, I gasped and yelled “Holy Shit!”. Quickly making out who the shadowed figure was, I grabbed at my chest, trying to calm myself down from almost having a full blown heart attack. It was Mike, the Library handyman. He was in his mid 50’s, kind of on the bigger side, and had light gray hair.
“Oh my gosh, Mike! You gave me a heart attack. Sorry for the language, but you scared me! What are you doing here?” I say frantically.
Mike never responded to my question. He just looked right at me. Like he could see my soul my soul or something. I was starting to freak out a little bit because Mike was never like this. Always in a jolly good mood, and friendly. Reminded me of Santa.
I waited a couple more seconds before I started again.
“So, uhh Mike, watcha doing here?” my voice shaky as I uttered the words.
He came closer to me, still staring right into my eyes with a mean look upon his face. All of the sudden his eyes went completely black. I backed up into a table, hyperventilating, wanting to believe that this was some kind of prank. I knew it wasn’t when he made his way towards me.
I searched around the room for the exit. As my eyes land on it, I looked back at him. His expression getting angry by the minute. Before I knew it, I was bolting towards the back door. Running as fast as my legs could take me, while fearing for my life. Unlocking the door quickly, and pushing it open with force. I pushed it so hard that tripped and scraped my knee. It started bleeding bad, but I got back up and ran faster as he followed.
I felt like I was in a horror movie as I passed the parking lot, and ran past the railroad tracks. I stopped at the stoplight that had shined a bright glow over the street. I looked all around to see if he was still following me. I cussed myself out in my head for not running to my car, but it was parked on the other side of the Library. I saw no sign of him, but still had a feeling that I would piss my pants since I was afraid.
I calmed myself down and tried to think of what to do next. I reached for my phone and pulled up the phone number that Agent Craig Ramirez gave me. He said “anything at all…”. I bit my lip and dialed the number hoping that he would pick up. I held the phone to my ear and looked at the Library from where I was standing. Praying that this man would answer…
*A Few Hours Earlier*
Cas came to the motel as soon as Dean prayed to him. He looked a little out of it, since he had been doing some research for another case back at the bunker. He also told as he started watching “Friends” on Netflix and that’s why he was forgot to check his cell.
“Hello, Dean. Hello, Sam. What Is Up?” He said in his deep, voice.
“Cas we need your help on something. I was wondering if you knew of a Y/n Greene?” I asked.
“Y/n Greene? Is she important to this case you’re working on? He asked curiously
“Sam feels like he has a ‘strong connection’ with her or something.” Dean mocks while cleaning his gun.
“Dean you promised you would help.” I said, getting pissed off.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. So do you know her or not Cas?” asked Dean, gruffly.
“I’m not supposed to tell you.” Cas says bluntly
Dean and I shared a look with each other before pressing him on the matter.
“What do you mean you’re not aloud to tell us?” I asked Cas, confused.
“It’s against the rules.” He said, like we should know what that means
“Why is it against the rules, Cas?” Dean said, starting to get curious.
“You are supposed to figure out who she is, by yourselves.” He said, wanting this discussion to be over.
“Why can’t we just ask, you?” I said. Dean and I were trying to see if we could get him to spill the beans with annoying questions.
“It does not work like that.” starting to get annoyed. Dean and I pressed further.
“Why doesn’t it work like?” Dean asked, smiling to himself.
“I didn’t think you’d want another one, after Adam.” Cas said, completely annoyed.
Dean and I paused for a moment, processing what Cas just said.
“Wait, wait, wait a minute. You mean to tell us that she’s our sister?” I said, almost speechless.
Cas just realizing what he said, uttered the only word what he could think of.
“Hello, Agent Ramirez speaking.” I say in my best professional voice.
“Agent Ramirez, Agent Ramirez, are you there?” the distressed voice said, sounding like Y/n
“Y/n? Is that you? Are you ok?” I asked, fearing for the worst, especially after just finding out she’s my sister.
“Agent! Please I need your help! There was this guy an-” Y/n said practically crying
“I’m on my way! Where are you?” I asked.
“I’m near the Library, under the closets streetlight. Please hurry, Agent! I’m so scared.” she says, barely getting her words out between sobs.
“Stay right there! Don’t move ok! Everything will be fine! We are on our way!” I said in a calming, but serious tone.
“Please Hurry!” She says before hanging up.
I looked at Dean, who had the duffle bags ready to go. An unreadable expression on his face.
“Where to?” He asks, still not being able to read his expression.
“Library! Closest streetlight to it.” I say in a rush, as we exit the motel.
I never thought I would see something so horrible in my entire life. My work, my safe place, my second home. Burning down in giant red flames. The whole fire team was there and the police. The flames are almost too much to save anything. I felt dead on the inside. I told the cops what happened and they believed me completely after Mike told them he did it. I didn’t understand how his personality changed in such short of amount of time.
All I could think about was what he said to me. After he set it on fire.
“Everything you love will burn to the ground, everyone will die who you love, all these people will suffer just at the hands of knowing you. All these people will suffer because of the person who you really are. None of my people will stop until you are truly miserable. If it’s the last thing we do.” He said this right before he shot himself in the chest.
I saw black smoke come out of Mike’s body and go into the ground. He was still breathing, but he barely looked alive. Then that is when police showed up.
I shuddered thinking about the events I just witnessed. Not even hearing the two agents approach me from behind.
“Are you ok, Y/n?” he asked with that same caring tone again.
“No.” I spoke so soft. I didn’t even think that they could hear me.
“We need to talk, Y/n. Would you be willing to come with us? We can protect you.” Craig said, softly.
I looked back at the Library and saw that the flames were just not letting up. My heart feeling like a wilted rose. Until I couldn’t stand the scene, I turned my attention back to the men. We walked over their car and Eric opened up the back door for me. As I sat down, I saw Eric give me a sympathetic look. Looking like he understood exactly what I was going through. After Eric started her up, we drove down the road and out of sight from the Library.
I couldn’t help but feel that everything was about to change.
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