Traveller

Chapter 9

“Hey. Frey. What are you writing there?” I looked up from the pages that I had been scribbling on, noticing Dean nodding in the direction of my notebook before turning his attention back the road ahead. I smiled at the nickname that had seemed to have stuck since Sam had called me it this morning.

“I’m just trying to figure out a timeline. With Cas leaving like that yesterday I didn’t get to ask what I was supposed to do here other than the broad, weak ass explanation he gave. I’m ticking things off as I go, so I can attempt to pinpoint the knowledge you’ve found out, what cases you’ve been on and who you’ve met, that kind of thing. So far, I’ve come to the conclusion that you’re from season four, with Dean having been to hell and all. I’ve just got to work out which episode.” I said vocalizing my thought process.

“Anyways so what was your last case, maybe that will help me?”

“It wasn’t a typical case for us, not that’s really a thing for us anymore. An Angel wiped our memories and tossed us into a mundane working life. It was a Ghost case.”

“Just a little creative lesson, from Zachariah” Dean added to Sam’s answer.

“Oh, hmm. Okay…” I said drawing it out. If my memory served the next few episodes of the Winchesters life would prove to be quite, uh, ‘interesting’ to say the least.

“And where is Bobby sending you both?” I said curiously hoping to see my first monster.

“We don’t know yet actually, Bobby said it wasn’t too far away from him so asked us to pay him a visit before we made our way to the case. Said he had some new part for Deans car, that he salvaged from one of the cars he had.” It seemed that the news of the car part put a smile on Deans face and the thought of getting to meet another member of their family put a smile on mine.

Taking the opportunity, I leant my head against the window staring out at the landscape before me. Though it seemed that I had been in Baby for half of my time in this universe I hadn’t calmed the mess in my mind long enough to take in anything more than what was in front of me. Bar the sun’s extreme heat the view wasn’t too different. A field was just a field at the end of the day, but that didn’t make the view any less enjoyable.

Every few miles there would be something of interest something new to looks at, a rundown looking barn there, a quaint house here. It was so beautiful taking in the unique little details of the country.

The time went by slowly. The midday blue sky that had graced the sky when we left had become full of colour. Shades of pink, lilac and orange painted it, gradating into blue at the highest points in the sky. As the sun rested on the horizon we pulled into a private side road, the ride was a lot bumpier due to the small stones that littered it.

I was grateful for the fact that the road was not too long and so we were soon pulling up beside Bobby’s house. Within a matter of minutes, we had collected our own bags from the boot and were at the front door. Two knocks later and the door swung open. The only thing I could see was the warm coloured light from the hallway that streamed out of the doorway. Sam and Dean blocked my view as they stood in front of me. Once the boys were through the door I moved into the light, only to be pulled over the threshold and into the house.

“Try getting out of that one” Bobby said to me pointing up at the ceiling where a demon trap was perfectly drawn. “You were followed ya idjits, you boys are never that stupid to lead one here” Bobby called to the brothers that were no longer in sight.

Before I had time to even blink what I assumed to be holy water was thrown into my face.

Wiping at the water on my face, I stepped out of the boundaries of the trap and made my way down the hallway towards the kitchen where I had seen Sam and Dean disappear into as I had been dragged into the house. “I’m not a Demon”

This time it was my time to call to the brothers “You thought it was a good idea to not introduce me to one of the most paranoid people I’ve ever known? Sam? Dean?”

With the sound of his name Dean popped his head out of the kitchen, his face not showing an ounce of concern, while his mouth was full to the brim with pie. “Freya Michaels meet Bobby Singer paranoid hunter, Bobby Singer meet Freya Michaels, Um... time travelling fan?”

“Well thank for that Dean, such a help.” I said rolling my eyes in Dean’s direction, though I doubted he saw it as he quickly darted back into the kitchen. I’m sure only to get a second slice.

Bobby could have ended my life right then and there if it had been a salt gun he was carrying and not a flask of holy water.

“Sorry about that, so you know about monsters then?” Bobby questioned me as sceptical of me as both Sam and Dean had been.

“Yeah, I thought with us coming here Sam would have told you at least something about me while you were on the phone with him earlier. Sorry, I should know better to sneak up on a hunter.” I followed Bobby into the Kitchen where Dean sat with his pie, speaking to him as I walked.

“So. Are you a hunter then? Sam and Dean don’t really play well with others, I’m surprised you’re allowed to tag along”

Bobby motioned for me to sit at the table, from his own chair that was positioned opposite Dean. “Well, I suppose where that’s where it gets quite interesting actually” I paused formulating what to say next “This isn’t my universe, in my universe you guys, this house and monsters are all figments of someone’s imagination that they made into a television show.” Bobby sat quietly as I spoke, I was thankful that I could explain before having to answer any questions.

“I have watched the lives of Sam and Deans lives unfold on a Television screen. There have been 13 season’s worth of their life broadcasted. In my universe monsters aren’t real.”

It looked as though Bobby was collecting himself as he took a few seconds after I had finished for him to start speaking again. “And just how are you here? Why are you here?”

I wish I knew, I really do. “The answer to those questions aren’t very clear. The Cas from the, season 13, future decided to drop in on the three of us but didn’t offer much information. All I know is that I have to stop the war in the future and save the people future Sam and Dean have lost. Not at all vague, is it?” I sighed putting my head in my hands.”

I heard a Bobby sounding grumble from the seat next to mine “It’s not like we have the apocalypse of our own to stop.”

The mention of the apocalypse added another piece of information into my timeline. “Well actually, I do know how you could stop it. Rather simple really, we’ve just got to stop Sam from killing Lilith. She’s the last seal.”

That statement drew Dean’s attention away from his pie “That’s it, just not kill the b***h?”

I didn’t answer but instead asked my own question. “Where is Sam?”

“Said he wanted to walk a while, alone, to wind down a bit you know from sitting in the car all day”

“Hmm, I’ve never noticed him doing that before… that a common thing” I said trying to think back to all of the episodes I had watched.

“Yeah. I guess so, haven’t really noticed it much before you mentioned it. And now that you do he follows the same exact pattern. His agitation increases and then he makes a phone call or is constantly texting, then he leaves rather suddenly and goes for a ‘walk’. He was just on the phone before you came in, sounded like a woman on the other end, I had passed it off as just a hook up” The points clicked together as Dean reeled of his observations.

“Dean. Sam is hardly the hookup type, is he?” I asked rhetorically.

“Wait, you see us hooking up with people?” Dean’s concern heightened.

“Now is not the time to worry about that, you man slag” I sweetly smiled at him adding a wink when the comment didn’t impress him.

I got up from my seat and leant over the table to unzip the bag that I had placed there, I pulled the small notepad out with the pen hooked onto the cover. Pulling the pen off, I opened the pages and ran the pen down the lined pages for the piece of information I was looking for. I stopped the pen halfway down the third page seeing what I had written in bold letters which I had gone over multiple times ‘drinking demon blood’.

“That’s it I’ve got it. I bet Sam’s gone to see Ruby… We’re gonna have to stop him, he can’t stop himself”

Before I could finish my sentence, Bobby interjected. “Stop him from what exactly, seeing the Demon?”

“No, well yeah. Ruby is playing the long game and needs to be killed but Sam’s drinking her blood to become stronger. Strong enough to exorcise even relatively powerful demons from their meat suits… Even kill them.” I added looking between Dean and Bobby, a mix of confusion and anger on both their faces.

“Sam is not drinking Demon blood. We haven’t known you for a day and you’re throwing an accusation at Sam like you can, like you’re a part of our family.”

Dean shot me with a low blow. Of course, I was nowhere near family and I didn’t expect to be I had only known the brothers for over a day but he had said it maliciously. He said it to hurt. I knew they didn’t trust me but what could I do to prove myself?