𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐖
look, i know losing someone you love-it's terrible. you shut yourself off. believe me, i know. but when you shut out pain... you shut out everything else, too

ECHO had been accustomed to what she loved being ripped away from her often. It happened with her grandfather, Ellen, Jo, Ash, her father and uncle multiple times. She's used to it. But what happened was horrible.

She watched Castiel come out of the portal that the Devil's son had made. She was smiling and had ran towards him, but stopped short when an angel blade was shoved through him, and he dropped to the ground.

She couldn't even cry because she was in shock, but she had ran straight into the portal, knocking Lucifer over, and before she knew it, everything went white.

And when she opened her eyes, she noticed she wasn't in her normal clothing that consisted of jeans, a plain white top, and a flannel. No, she was wearing light pink pajama's, and she was in a room that certainly did not display anything she would ever own. Everything was girly and made her want to throw up.

Echo was beyond confused.

As she stood up from the unknown bed, she looked around the room, taking in the white wall, girly posters, makeup splayed across a makeup desk, and her eyes widened once she walked towards the mirror on her desk. She gasped and looked closer. Her eyes were no longer a blue color, no, they were a melted chocolate color. Don't get her wrong, brown can be pretty, but she had loved her blue eyes.

Her shaky fingers reached up towards her hair and frowned at the length. It stopped below her breasts. She didn't like the length when she was hunting because it would also get grabbed, so she had cut it above her shoulders, so she was baffled on how it was long right now.

Her now brown eyes landed on some polaroid pictures that was splayed across her mirror and on a board near it. It had many pictures of her, some when she was young, and some now. She had found one for her sixteenth birthday which was dated last year.

Echo gasped and but her cheek. Wherever she was now, she was de-aged, because the last time she checked, she was just turned twenty a month ago.

Moving away from the pictures, she glanced around at the room again, making disgusted faces and noises at all the girly colors and fluffy pillows.

She had never been a girly girl and the fact that she was raised by her grandfather Bobby, her father, and uncle most of her life, it didn't help her to like girly things. She dressed like a boy, acts like one, and she has a mouth of a damn sailor.

She had no idea where she was, why she was there or anything, and she was going to be prepared if someone was going to try and hurt her, because let's face it - she is a Winchester and she never gets a break.

Opening a closet door, she lightly scoffed at the pink baseball that was displayed, but she shrugged, and said, "that'll do it."

She gripped the baseball bat tightly in her hands as she opened the door and looked down the hall, both sides to see if anyone was there. Once she saw no one, she exited the room, and slowly, and cautiously walked down the hall, down the steps, and around the corner to be faced with a living room.

She ignored any all pictures that was displayed and ventured further until she was faced with a kitchen.

There sat a girl with long, straight brown hair, soft brown eyes, and looked to be seventeen. The girl had a bowl of cereal in front of her, but she wasn't eating it. She was just moving the spoon back and forth while looking blankly out of the window. At the sink stood a woman with light strawberry blonde hair, green eyes.

The two females tuned to Echo and she voiding help but feel star struck at the fact that her and the girl at the table looked a lot alike. Same brown hair, eyes, and the same pajama set.

"Hey, O," the girl said softly, mustering up a small, fake smile. Echo could see the pain and grief in her brown eyes, and she couldn't help but wonder what the hell happened.

"Why do you have a baseball bat?" The strawberry blonde woman asked, gesturing towards the pink baseball bat in Echo's hands which made her tighten her hold on the ugly thing.

Echo furrowed her eyebrows and held the bat up higher. "Where am I? Who are you?"

The girl at the table raised her eyebrows and asked, "Echo, are you okay?"

Echo snarled and narrowed her eyes. She hated that question with a passion.

The woman at the sink chuckled. "Okay. I'll play along." She wiped her hands on the towel that was on a hanger near her, and then turned to the confused Echo. "Well, I'm your aunt, Jenna, and this is your twin, Elena." Echo's grip on her bat loosened at the name slightly. "It is almost eight in the morning, and we're in the kitchen eating breakfast. Now, sit and eat something."

Echo gulped and looked towards Elena who frowned at her. Her father and uncle has told her multiple times that she wasn't going to be the only child. She was suppose to have a twin, but her mother had gave birth to only her, and had died before she could push the other out. The doctor's hadn't gotten her twin out fast enough, so not only has she lost her mother, but a twin. And the sad thing is, she never got to know either one of them - only their names. Crystal and Elena.

Realizing that this has to be some messed up timeline or universe, or something, Echo came to the realization that they couldn't be harmful, so she lowered the bat, and went straight for the coffee machine that she had saw in the corner of her eye.

"What are you doing?" Jenna asked, looking towards the girl who grabbed a mug and started to fill it up with coffee.

Echo turned to her, tilting her head in confusion. "What does it look like? I'm getting coffee." Once her mug was filled, she took a sip of it and moaned in satisfaction. Opening her eyes, she saw both women looking at her in disbelief. "What?"

"You don't drink coffee," Jenna said, but it was more like a statement.

Echo froze before taking another sip. "Well, I do now." Her eyes lit up when they saw bacon on the table. "Ooh... bacon!" She exclaimed, going straight for the bacon, and shoved it into her mouth.

"What is wrong with you?" Jenna asked and the girl found them still staring at her in worry. "You have never drank coffee before and you were a vegetarian."

Echo choked on the bacon and her eyes widened. "What?!" She exclaimed, her voice cracking. "Vegetarian?!"

Elena nodded, her brown eyes holding worry. "Do you need to go to your therapist?" She softly asked which had Echo gaping at her. "Maybe this is a way for you to grieve...?"

Echo looked between both women, her eyes wide, and she slowly backed up. She had figure out where the hell she was because there was no way, in any universe, that she would be a vegetarian and not drink coffee. She loves meat and coffee too much to give them up.

"I'm going to my room!" She squeaked out, and made a beeline out of the kitchen, but not before grabbing a handful of bacon.

Once she made her way back to the room she had awoken in, she closed the door, and locked it.

She shoved the rest of the bacon in her mouth and then started searching around the room for anything. She found multiple scrapbooks that looked handmade which was full of pictures of a lot of people. She was thankful that they had their names on the back of them.

In conclusion, Echo realized this had to be a multiverse because the girl she was taking over or whatever - they looked exactly alike, but had different tastes in things.

The girl had many friends, loved the color pink, had straight A's, had a high GPA, was a cheerleader, never had a boyfriend or girlfriend in her whole life which meant she was a virgin. It was like they are two completely different people, but, for some reason, she entered this universe after going through the portal to kill Lucifer.

Either way, she was stuck here because, when Echo was searching the room for anything about this world, she found a laptop, and searched up her father and uncle - nothing came up, nothing about their deaths, no criminal records. Nothing.

Though, sadly, the book's that Chuck had written was in this world. That was the only thing she had left of her family. Nothing she had before came back with her. And trust her, she looked. She didn't have her anti-possession tattoo or any of the scars she had gathered in her years of hunting. Nothing.

Letting out a frustrated breath, she laid down on the floor of the bedroom, and closed her eyes. She was surrounded by hundreds of pictures of her old selfs' friends and family, books that were in college level, and her laptop, phone, and purse.

"God!" Echo shouted, rubbing her eyes roughly. "You had no taste, past Echo!"

Sitting up quickly, she reached towards the purse, and opened it up to see a credit card. Grinning, she grabbed her laptop, and got onto her bank account to see how much old Echo had made.

After logging in and finding the amount she had, she was shocked that a seventeen year old girl had made over five thousand dollars.

"Damn, girl," Echo whistled. "You've must've worked your ass off for this kind of money." She shook her head as she realized she was talking to herself and stood up. "Well, this money is gonna come to use seeing as I'm buying new clothes that suit me."

Snarling in distaste, she turned to the closet that was still open, and her brown eyes landed on so many different pinks that she never knew existed.

After sneaking out of the house, she found out that she had her own car which was a simple black Sedan.

She had spent the rest of the day buying a new wardrobe that fit her personality, and grabbed new room decor that she liked.