Traveller

Chapter 6

I ignored all of the stares coming from the officers and civilians that surrounded me at every angle. My body weaved in between the desks, within the station, keeping my eyes down and my emotions unreadable. Attempting to keep up the pretence that I was intimidated by the involvement of the FBI, but I was apprehensive of the two 'FBI agents' but because of what they thought.

All eyes were on me, something that I had never experienced before. Sam set the pace as he walked in front of me, unable to speed up, anxiety built up within me because all wanted to do was to run out of the building. The atmosphere crushed me from either side making my breathing become uneasy.

The walk took only a few minutes but felt like a lifetime. Stepping out of the station's door an unexplainable amount of pressure was released presenting itself in the form of a long sigh escaping from my body. My relaxation was noticed by Sam whos eyes showed some type of understanding and a half-smile spread across his face, from where he held the door for both me and Dean.

When I was sure we had walked far enough from the main building to not be on the CCTV, I turned around holding out my wrists so that the handcuffs could be unlocked, I think I've have had enough of handcuffs for a while and for life.

The cuffs dropped into Sams' hand. As the weight disappeared from my wrists, I pulled my arms above my head, stretching the rest of the tightness out of my muscles. "Are you parked in the station's car park?" looking at Dean when I asked, knowing that it would be his Baby that they'd be driving. A smile spread across my face as he nodded his answer, turning on my heels and I walked into the Police stations car park. As soon as I saw his '67 Chevy Impala, I made a straight b-line towards it. Stroking my hand lightly along the paintwork, I walked around the car to the back seat's door, my hand settling on the handle. Waiting for Dean to unlock the car, I marvelled over the beauty of the exceptionally cared for car.

As soon as it was unlocked I pulled the handle climbing into the backseat of the car. I closed the door to the car and noticed the winding mechanism that allows you to put the window down. I smiled to myself as I wound it down, I hadn't had to unwind a window like this since I was a kid.

Although a totally new experience, the car made me feel a sense of nostalgia. I could see why the boys could almost feel at home. With so many memories that this car held, I felt comfortable and safe inside.

I was shaken from my thoughts by a cough from Dean, trying to get my attention. "Wanna go out for food, or shall we get take out?" I comprehended that this wasn't the question he was really asking. Instead, in reality, he wanted to know whether they were going to have to question me out in public or whether I was happy to be interrogated in private. Despite the fact that I didn't have anything to hide and I knew I wasn't a danger to either of them, I know I had to convince them completely before I was entirely comfortable being alone with them. Plus I didn't know how this questioning was going to go down, so I guess it would be better to have an audience.

The rest of the drive was short, with only sly glances through the rear-view mirror from Dean to break the silence.

Within no time at all, we had pulled up at a nice-enough looking diner and were stepping out of the car to go in. Deans warning look was enough to confirm my suspicions of their lacking trust.

The friendly waitress seated the three of us towards the back of the restaurant, in a somewhat shadowed booth. Not as public as I would have liked, but I suppose that is why Sam had slipped the waitress a 20 as we walked past the hostess' station and had whispered something to her.

I slid myself into the booth first towards the wall and Sam was almost instantly sliding in next to me, effectively blocking me in. Great. Dean sat down on the other side of the booth. It hadn't gone unnoticed that neither of them made a move to take off their jackets clearly uneasy with me and the unknown I presented.

I ordered my food and drink when the waitress came but was stunned when even Dean didn't order anything. I was starving so when the food came I dug straight into the massive bacon and cheeseburger and generous portion of fries, focusing all my attention on my plate. Not more than 10 minutes had passed before I had finished my burger and the waitress came back around. Before the waitress went to pick up my plate to take it away she looked at me and to the rest of the table to ask if anyone wanted to order anything else. It took her back her when I answered with a "Yes." I mean if I was serving someone my size I would be wondering how they finished their food too, never mind wanting any more.

"A slice of apple pie please.. with ice cream" as she jotted on her notepad that she had just pulled out of her apron, I leant slightly over to Sam to ask if he wanted anything but he shook his head looking slightly agitated which I assumed was from having to wait so long for answers to their questions. Without moving my eyes away from the now poised waitress I ordered for Dean with a knowing smile on my face. "Can we get a slice of cherry pie, if you have it, please?" my smile got wider on my face as I turned back to Dean whos eyes squinted as he searched for answers.

No sooner had the desserts hit the table and the waitress was further enough away from the table to not hear anything Dean broke the silence. "That's it! You've eaten now, it's your turn to fulfil your side of the deal. Now, talk! How on earth do you know stuff about us? I've never heard of a Freya, ever. You knew our names, what car I drive and that I like cherry pie"

Correcting him under my breath, I said "Love, actually" putting another forkful of pie and ice cream in my mouth, chewing it slowly able to savour the taste as I was no longer starving and therefore not wolfing my food down my throat.

"What was that?" he said angrily.

"Nothing." I got out mumbling around the pie that was still in my mouth.

"I don't really know how to explain what happened back at.. Harry's bar" I expressed, remembering the name of the bar that the officer had told me a while back. "I don't really know what happened myself, not certainly anyway". I took a breath between each sentence, trying to formulate the correct thing to say as I spoke. "I can only tell you what I know."

As I looked over Dean and Sam as I explained I could tell that both were as equally unsettled and on edge waiting for what I could possibly say. My extended pause compelled Sam to nod, attempting to encourage me to carry on talking.

"I guess I should start with an introduction. My names Freya Michaels. I'm from England. I'm 20 years old. And.. my birthday is 1st of May.. 1998" before either of them could respond I carried on speaking not wanting questions to interrupt the way I wanted to reveal what I knew.

"I don't know how it happened but one minute I was out on a run, enjoying the sunset, and the next thing I know I landed onto hard gravel, which I assume is outside of Harry's Bar. I passed out, I have no idea what happened, I promise you, the only thing I noticed was my body crumpling into a ball on the floor. I've never even been to America before." While I had been speaking I was looking in the direction of Sam and Dean but was not really taking them in, trying to stop myself from getting distracted by their reactions.

"Where I come from, both of you.. don't really exist, I guess. I mean, your lives are a television show called Supernatural. Dean, you're played by a man called Jensen Ackles and Sam you're played by Jared Padalecki." Looking at each of them in turn.

My head automatically tipped to the side fractionally giving them time to get their thoughts together and to also not burden them with too much information.

"That's it." Deans fists came flying down on the table making me jump in my seat. "Prove yourself. I don't know how you could of known the things you know but I certainly don't believe what you're saying. Who would even want to watch our lives on TV anyway"

My expression softened empathising with how f****d up all this is, and how I felt when I first worked out what was happening and where I was.

"Me for one, but you'd be surprised how many fans you've got in my universe." If only they knew their following.. and the fanfiction people wrote.

"I know guys probably think I'm crazy but I know you guys. I know your story, more than you do at this point. Ask me questions if you want, but you've got to understand that I'm in an early stage of your life and I've watched over 10 years of your life. I have to be careful about what I reveal to you both. I don't know how much I can tell you about your future. I've watched enough Doctor Who and Back to the Future to not know the dangers of knowing your future. This earned a chuckle, so we were all laughing now but we all soon simmered down to serious faces again.

"You guys doing okay? I know this is probably a lot to take in right now."

"Awesome. Just awesome." Dean said in his very Dean way.

Despite his voice sounding pissed off, I could tell he had relaxed a lot with me though not completely, he was still on guard. He picked up his fork and started shovelling large amounts of pie into his mouth, even his eyes had stopped drilling into me and were now sharing their time between his pie, me and Sam.

Sam didn't appear completely sold yet and had turned to try to catch me out with questions. "Whats our parent's names?" Sam fired his questions at me. I was determined to keep up with him, to prove to both the brothers that I could be trusted. They were the ones I would need to help me get home and to just survive in this alternate reality I had been thrust into. I had no one else to turn to and no money. I wouldn't survive a day. I didn't even know where I was in America.

"John and Mary Winchester. Maiden name, Campbell." It flowed out my mouth confidently. Finishing the last of my pie, I pushed the plate into the middle of the table and relaxed against the leather covered bench we were sitting on. I turned on my seat so I could look at Sam better as he was the one who had taken up the questioning.

"What do you know about them?" His surprise that I knew the answer didn't make him falter with the firing of questions.

"A relatively decent amount. Like I keep on saying until I know where I am in your storyline..." I took a breath getting defensive. I couldn't think of any real way of proving myself, it was exasperating. I just wanted to be accepted.

"Well. When you were 6 months year old the yellow-eyed demon, Azazel, came and killed your mum, in a fire in Sam's nursery. Dean carried Sam out of the house. That's what started your Dad on his mission to find out what killed your mum. On his travels, he discovered other supernatural creatures like vampires, werewolves, spirits, the lot. He wrote about those cases in his Journal." I had thought about calling it John's Dad journal but they certainly didn't look like they were old enough to know they were Men of Letters, and it was a can of worms that I certainly did not want to open so early.

"I know quite a bit more but, yanoe... Timelines and that."

I took this time to really observe the men in front of me. Each wore a cheap black suit that didn't fit either of them well. Settling my eyes on each of them individually my eyes rested on Dean. His eyes were fanfiction green like everyone described, vibrant in the stream of light that came in from the windows at the front of the diner, in an amazing way that made my stomach flutter a little. The camera did not do his handsome features justice. He was so damn pretty. I had to shake the small smile that had made its way onto my face without noticing.

I let my head turn and my eyes wander onto Sam. He looked so young, not too much older than me really. He definitely was not from the first couple of seasons young but I couldn't pinpoint how old either of them were, either way.

Just when it looked like one of them were going to speak, I blurted out "How old are you" without thinking staring intently at Sam.

"Me? 25?" It sounded more like a question when he answered.

Not saying anything back I just nodded knowingly, as I had worked out that it was somewhere during Season 4, counting out their age versus season on my fingers.

"Season 4" The two words slipped out of my mouth, verbalising my thought process.

"That means that Dean has just come back from hell." All of a sudden something came to my mind. Hell meant that they knew at least one angel. Castiel... Castiel could get me home. If he wanted to that is.

I closed my eyes.

I hope this works.

'Castiel. Cas. Can you hear me, we need to talk, Like right now.'

The sound of flapping wings made me open my eyes. I felt the bench and table jolt as Dean and Sam jumped in their seats and another body hit the bench. There, next to Dean, sat Castiel. Not present day's Cas. He looked older, tired and worn out.

He smiled at me but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"What was wrong Cas...?" was all I was able to ask.