WARNING: This fic includes depression, self-harming and suicidal thoughts, so if you are triggered by or are sensitive about these topics, please DO NOT read this fiction. It isn't super detailed about how the mc self-harms, but it's still there, along with the reasoning's why and the emotions behind it; so please DO NOT read this if you don't want to read anything to do with any of these topics. Also, I just want to say that if you, yourself, self-harm, have depression, or have suicidal thoughts, but still want to read this fic or are just reading this note, I know this might not mean much, or anything at all, coming from someone you don't know, but please, just know that you are worth it. You deserve to live and see all of what life has to offer. I, myself, have been through dark times, so please trust me when I say it does get better. I know you have probably heard that a million times, I have as well, and even though you possibly think it's complete bullshit, it's not. Life has its ups and downs, and a lot of people have more downs than they do ups, but the ups are worth it. You can do this. You can get through whatever it is you are dealing with. No matter how small you may think it is, it's big enough to make you feel the way you feel. So with that said, please, (when you're ready to of course) talk to someone about whatever it is that makes you feel the way you do. If that's family, or friends, or your significant other, or your teacher, or whoever you are close to, you can talk to them about what you're going through. If you don't feel ready to talk to the people you are close to, that's perfectly okay, just know that there are people out there willing to listen. Doctor's, therapists, organisations like Crisis text line. You can even talk to me if you ever need to. I'm here if need be, and so is everyone else. You may think that they wouldn't understand, but they will at least try to understand, to the best of their ability, and they'll be there for you. Even if you might not think it, there are people who care about you. People who love you. Unfortunately, depression and anxiety don't have a switch that you can just flick and everything is suddenly okay. It will take time. But you will get through it. It'll be tough, but you'll get through it and be able to live your life the way you want to live it, and not the way that the shadow in the back of your mind wants you to live. You. Are. Incredible. An incredible human being with thoughts and feelings that deserve to be known. You've got this, and everyone is here for you. I hope you have a good rest of your day/night and if you don't, then maybe get your favourite book/video game/movie/TV show/music at the ready, get a cosy blanket, your favourite comfort food, and just lose yourself in that moment. You deserve it. You deserve to have your 'me time' and to just relax for a few hours, or the whole entire day, or a week, or two, it doesn't matter how long for. If you need a break, take it. Just, after that break is done, get back up on your feet and punch your depression/anxiety/whatever you are having trouble with at that moment right in its face and carry on being the awesome person that you are. You are a beautiful person, with a beautiful soul, and I love you. As the amazing Jared Padalecki says, always keep fighting.

Hello there, you wonderful people you! :D I just wanted to say that I have re-written this chapter along with the next two. I'm happier with how I wrote them this time around so... yeah! :) There are a few changes I've made, but not anything drastic so you don't have to read them if you don't want to.

To new readers: first of all, hi! :D Secondly, I hope you enjoy this fic, (If you don't that's obviously okay as well) and thank you so much for giving this a read! I really appreciate it! :)

Okay, on with the fic! :D

The sixteenth of July 2014 wasn't an important date for the sisters by any means, but it was a day that was filled with good memories nevertheless. They had the day off from helping Hazel and Leah, so they were free to do whatever they wanted. That meant getting up later than usual, eating more candy than usual, and generally having more fun than usual.

The sudden sound of muffled laughter could be heard in the Sugar&Spice cafe, and the two owners shook their heads with fond smiles on their faces, chuckling softly at the sister's antics. As a few customers did the same, others grumbled into their coffee cups.

Meanwhile, in the apartment above, the sisters were mid-war with each other. The younger of the two held a Nerf gun in her hands, as she exclaimed in their living room, "You'll never catch me, copper! Dead or alive!" The grin that adorned her face widened and her eyes held a sense of challenge in the direction of her sibling.

The older sister smirked as she focused on her target. "Oh, yeah? We'll see about that." She aimed her own toy gun more accurately and pulled the trigger. The shot missed, however, as a blur of curly hair ducked behind the couch. Skylar heard her sister chuckling from her hiding spot and pouted.

Sasha quickly cleared her throat before falling back into character. "Aha! I'm too fast for you, Miss Sky!" she yelled in an amusing, cowboy-esque, voice. It made Skylar roll her eyes as a hint of a smile played on her lips, but it soon dropped as Sasha jumped up from her hiding spot and immediately fired.

This one hit its mark.

Skylar gasped in mock shock and made her voice sound croaky as she said her 'final' words, "Fuck... You've... You've shot me! Shit... Oh, crap... Bleh…" She dramatically fell to her knees, before she 'collapsed' backwards, her tongue rolling out of her mouth to the side and her eyes sliding shut as she hit the living room floor.

She heard a deep sigh from somewhere above her and tried to hide a growing smile. "She died doing what she loved... swearing profusely," Sasha said in a sarcastic tone, while she too tried to hide a smile.

Holding back a snort, Skylar peeked an eye open to see Sasha standing next to her, with her head bowed and her eyes closed. "I'm back, bitches!" Skylar exclaimed, a wide grin on her face as she quickly sat up.

Sasha didn't even have a second to think as Skylar playfully tackled her down to the ground. "Oh, shit!"

The two sisters laughed in unison as they sat up, but Sasha stopped when she felt something small hit her side and looked down to see a foam dart. Her head swivelled to her sister in shock, who was now standing with one of the Nerf guns in her hands. "That was for taking the last cookie the other day," she said with utmost seriousness in her voice.

They both slowly gave each other grins that matched, before they erupted into laughter once more.

Monday, September 18th, 2017. Skylar glanced at the calendar that hung on the wall of her kitchen, in her too big of an apartment. It felt too big anyway. It felt airy. Empty. It felt devoided of... pretty much everything.

Two years. One month. Six days. As she continued to count how many months, how many days, it was since her sister's death, the more pain she would put herself in... but she couldn't seem to stop. She could only count how long it had been since the crash.

After finishing her morning coffee and getting herself presentable for work, she headed downstairs to open up the cafe.

As she unlocked the front door, she noticed Hazel and Leah walking up the sidewalk hand in hand and opened the door for them, feeling the chill wind from outside rush past as she did. Another awful day. Great. She sighed deeply and watched as her breath left her mouth in a puff of cold air.

When Leah entered she gave Skylar a familiar grin, quickly followed by Hazel greeting her warmly, "Good morning, flower."

Skylar simply nodded, and they got to work.

The owners, and happily married couple, knew her since she was ten years old. After the sister's mother died, they were the only ones who could look after them. Over the years, they got to know a lot about Skylar. She'd been through a lot in the short span of her lifetime, and a lot of it wasn't so good. They knew that she wasn't coping the best with what she had been dealt, but unfortunately, they didn't know just how badly those things affected her.

Hazel and Leah tried their best to help her, as they had always done. They were always willing to listen if she ever wanted to talk, but she never did. Hazel would bake her treats every now and then to try and lift her spirits up, which would only earn her the smallest of smiles and thank you's in return. Leah would suggest they play a game or two on her console, which she would quietly decline. They gave her extended sick days when she needed a break from everything. They suggested a number of various different things to help her. But they couldn't do much else about her inner, metaphorical, demons.

Especially today… Today was the last straw for her.

"Jeez, with the weather today you'd think somebody had died."

Just an offhand comment. Something so simple. Something as stupid as that made her break. A comment that made memories of the past flash by in her mind as tears started to gather up in her eyes. Something as small as that made her head whirl, and she almost dropped the empty plate in her hands.

It had been creeping up on her all week… A constant thought in the back of her brain. And as soon as that comment was said, everything finally got too much for her to handle.

It was the push that had sent her over the edge.

She politely excused herself from the customer's table, as she could feel sweat begin to build up on her palms, quickly told Leah she was going on her break with a shaky voice, placed the plate and flung her apron on the counter, then made a break for it upstairs. She began to tremble, her heart rate went double time, and her throat tightened as she climbed the staircase. When she reached the bathroom she swung open the door, stepped inside, then shut and locked it behind her.

Leaning against the door, Skylar's eyelids slid shut as she let out a deep breath. She stayed that way for a long while, her breathing becoming more rapid as time went on. Tears fell down her cheeks the more she let herself think.

After a few moments, she slowly opened her eyes and took a couple of wobbly steps in front of her, towards the sink.

She looked at herself in the mirror and icy blue eyes stared back at her in distaste. Her face scrunched up in anger as her hand curled into a fist, and she punched the mirror with all the strength she could muster up. She didn't break the glass, but she definitely put a pretty big crack in it. Her hand hurt like hell, and her knuckles were bleeding slightly, but she didn't care.

Skylar shakily ran her other hand through her short, teal dyed, hair as a hiccupped gasp left her lips, and more tears streaked down her face. It was one bad comment. He didn't even mean it like that. It was one bad day. Just one bad day. Everybody has them. I can get through the rest of today. I can. Those minute thoughts that came from the back of her brain, were unfortunately drowned out by all the, not at all positive, thoughts at the front of her mind.

At first, those thoughts began as whispers. Then those whispers became louder and grew in number until it was a deafening noise of suggestions, and thoughts that nobody should ever have to think of themselves. She couldn't help it though. Everything that had happened over the years. Every terrible comment that was thrown her way. Even the little things that would fly over other people's heads. It all got too much and that shred of hope... that last fragile fragment of hope that she had been clinging on to, the part of her that still wanted to live, snapped and broke into millions of unmendable pieces.

She gripped the rim of the sink in front of her, to try and steady her hands, and tightly closed her eyes. She was falling apart at the seams and nobody could help her. Nobody could see the pain she was going through at that moment. "God…" she exhaled, with gritted teeth, then quickly wiped her tears away. "I can't... I can't do this anymore…" she mumbled as her shoulders slumped in defeat.

A sudden sense of calm washed over her when she finally convinced herself, and she let out a sigh.

"One last time," she whispered to the empty room, as she hesitantly picked up the razor blade that laid between the faucets.

One. Last. Time.

Just a few long, vertical, deep cuts… and it would all be over. No more pain. No more hurting. No more…

She began to gingerly lift up the left sleeve of her flannel shirt, the blade digging into the palm of her hand as she did, but didn't even get it past her wrist as she... suddenly felt even more exhausted than she had been the past week or so.

Her eyes glazed over as the razor blade slipped through her fingers into the sink, and she collapsed on the bathroom floor.

As she regained consciousness, Skylar could feel sunlight beating down on her and the sensation of... something flowing through and over her body. Whatever it was, it felt tingly. But a peaceful kind of tingly. If that made any sense.

She moved ever so slightly and, as she did, she could feel the ground underneath her. It wasn't the tiled floor she was expecting though. It was gravel. Very uncomfortable gravel.

As if there was any other kind.

As she opened her eyes, she found that everything was blurry. Really blurry. She blinked a few times to see clearer and, to her absolute confusion, saw the barrel of a shotgun pointed directly at her face. Her eyebrows slowly drew together and her mouth opened to speak, but her tongue stopped her from forming any words.

Uh... what? Why is there a gun... Wait, more importantly, where am I? What happened?

Skylar closed her eyes and swallowed a lump in her throat as she heard a, surprisingly familiar, voice that she assumed belonged to whoever was holding the gun, "I wouldn't try anything. I don't know what you are, but you should know that I definitely don't take kindly to things that fall outta the sky, and into my backyard."

'Fall outta the sky,' I fell out of the... What?

She opened her eyes once again and became even more confused at the person she saw behind the gun.

Jim Beaver?! She quickly sat up and stared at the man in shock. Why is… Why am I… Her eyes latched onto another familiar face, that stood to the side, who also had a shotgun aimed at her. Jensen Ackles? What the hell is going on?

Her eyes fell back to Jim as she muttered anxiously, "Uh... What?"

The two men shared a quick glance at each other, before focusing their eyesight back on Skylar again.

Everything suddenly clicked in her brain at seeing the two dressed how they were. Flannel: check. Grumpy, I'm-gonna-kill-you-if-you-make-any-sudden-movements, faces: check... Shotguns more than likely filled with rock salt: check.

She then remembered being in her bathroom and fainting.

So, she took a quick glance around to make sure what she was thinking was correct. Old rusted up cars with a house a few feet away: check. Yep. I definitely fainted and I'm definitely dreaming.

"You mind giving us some intel into how you just fell out of the sky, and are still breathing by the way, or are you just gonna keep on staring at us?" Dean asked pointedly, which made her come out of her little stupor.

"I, uh... Sorry, I just... I don't know how I.. fell." She cleared her throat and took a peek up at the sky, which looked very realistic for a dream. A few fluffy clouds scattered about in the blueness of it all. Then again, everything seemed realistic to her from where she was sitting. She figured her brain wanted to do something nice for a change. Am I lucid dreaming? Is this what it's like? Never happened to me before... "You sure I fell from up there? Not, you know, from a tree or something?" Even though that wouldn't make any sense either... then again... dream.

They both rose a brow at her as Bobby said, "Definitely sure, considering we saw you fall and all."

She slowly nodded as she continued to glance around the place wondering where this dream was going. She was going to play along. It was definitely better than her nightmares, so she was going to take every second of it.

On the other hand, the two hunters looked unsure of her and the situation. They were used to shooting first and asking questions later, usually because the monster would attack them first, not a person falling from the sky unconscious, then said person waking up and looking as confused as they were. "You mind telling us what you are? Or are we gonna have to figure that out for ourselves?" Dean questioned, wanting answers.

She spun her head back at them from looking at a tree in the distance and glanced at the guns still pointed at her, as she calmly said, "I'm human. You don't need those for me."

Dean simply tightened his hold on his weapon. "Well, I think it's better to be safe than sorry." He gave her a condescending smirk, one that he usually gave to monsters, but she waved it off. She could understand his hesitation in the matter.

"Fair enough, I guess." She went back to glancing around as she muttered, "This is a weird dream."

"Dream?" Dean let out a quiet laugh, briefly glancing over at Bobby with a raised brow. "No, this is reality, kid… Pretty damn sure."

She let out a small chuckle of her own. "Yeah, right. Of course." Her eyes rolled as she shook her head. "Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer. Definitely not a dream."

"How the hell do you know our names?" Bobby questioned, frowning as his brows knitted together.

Skylar tilted her head. "Uh..." Dreams don't usually ask questions like that. They usually gloss over facts... Like, all facts. An idea suddenly popped up in her mind... and it was a ridiculous one. But she was going to test it anyway.

She pinched her arm harshly and sucked in a breath at the pain. Okay… Ow.

"I, uh…" Her confusion skyrocketed as the two hunters each rose a brow in curiosity. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, and I'm... and I'm pretty sure I don't even believe what's going on right now."

"Mhmm. Well, we've heard a lot of weird. So spill."

Skylar nervously glanced at the guns that were still pointed at her, from where she sat on the ground in Bobby Singer's scrap yard, then back up to their faces. She really hoped they were filled with rock salt. Even though she was going to do what she was going to do a few moments prior to... this... she didn't want to go out by a gun. "Okay… TV. There's a TV show where you guys are characters."

There was a pause before Dean started to chuckle incredulously.

She took a guess that he didn't believe her.

"Yeah, told you, you wouldn't." Her eyes drifted down to the guns again, and Bobby noticed her unease toward them.

He put it by his side and relaxed his demeanour, which quickly drew Dean's attention. "Wha… Bobby?! What if she has something to do with…" he trailed off, glancing at the teen on the ground with cautious eyes before looking back up his father figure. "You know…"

"Dean, she's harmless. Trust me, I can tell." Dean simply rolled his eyes as Bobby faced Skylar with a pointed look. "Anyway, you wouldn't do anything stupid that would get you killed, right?" She adamantly shook her head, and he nodded then gave Dean a 'Told you so' kind of face.

Her eyebrows knitted together as she glanced between them. Everything seemed so real. Too real. Way too real for a dream. The gravel under her fingers. The faint breeze in the air as it passed by her face. The smell of gas and oil. Dean's freckles that were dusted along his nose and cheeks... She could probably even count how many hairs Bobby had in his beard. It was weird. Definitely one of the weirdest moments in her life. Dream or not.

"We're still gonna test her though," he said to Dean before looking back over at her. "Come on, get up." He didn't wait for her to reply as he turned on his heel and headed for his house.

"Uh, yeah, okay…" She did as he said, wobbling slightly in the process, and noticed Dean staring at her cautiously. She gave him a small, nervous smile before following after Bobby.

Skylar glanced at all the damaged cars surrounding them as she walked, and smiled faintly, before her eyebrows furrowed again. This can't be real. It's not possible.

As they entered the house, she hesitantly glanced around and followed the older hunter into the kitchen. Bobby placed his gun on the table and got a couple of items ready, as Dean stood in the doorway, gun still in his hands, on guard. He glanced at her over his shoulder as he said, "If this 'TV show' is real I suppose you know what I'm doing."

She could practically feel Dean roll his eyes behind her as she nodded. "Yeah… Holy water and silver knife, right? Tests to see if I'm a monster or not."

Bobby turned to face her with a hint of a smile on his face. "Well, if you know that you're either telling the truth or you are one. Lift your sleeve."

She stilled for a split second, something she desperately hoped neither of them noticed, before she lifted her right-hand sleeve. The arm that didn't have any marks on. Apart from a few freckles and one other type of mark anyway.

"Huh... Nice tattoo," Dean muttered under his breath absentmindedly. The tattoo was a heart with wings, and it was about an inch away from her wrist. No colour, just black ink.

She put her arm out to Bobby and he cut a small line at the top of her forearm with a silver knife. When she didn't react to it, apart from a small wince, he nodded. "Okay. Drink this." He passed her a shot glass filled with holy water, and she quickly swallowed it. Once again, nothing happened.

From the corner of her eye, she could see Dean's shoulders relax a little. He still kept a defensive and cautious stance though.

"Hmm, well, looks like you passed the tests. What's your name?" Bobby asked, as she passed him back the shot glass and rolled down her sleeve.

"Skylar." She paused and rose an eyebrow at herself. "Huh, kinda ironic, I… I guess."

He let out a soft snort. "Skylar… How the hell did you manage falling out of the sky, and surviving?"

"I have no idea," she said plainly. She heard Dean huff and mumble something under his breath, but she ignored him. "I was in my apartment… next thing I know, I faint out of nowhere and I'm in your scrap yard." She looked Bobby in the eyes, hoping he saw the truth in them.

Which he did. He studied her face for a second longer, noticing something else that he couldn't quite place, before he shrugged contently. "Hmm. Okay." He leaned against the table and crossed one ankle over the other. Most of the caution from his own eyes was gone, but Dean looked at him incredulously.

"You can't seriously believe that, Bobby."

"Well, she's human, we know that for a fact. And it ain't like she's tried to kill us so far," he stated, as Skylar continued to contemplate how this dream could be so vivid.

She even felt the water slide down her throat. Not possible. It's just not possible...

Dean stared at him for a moment before he glanced at her. He could tell she wasn't a threat just by the way she stood; her shoulders were hunched, and it was like she was trying to take as little space as possible. But he knew something was up. People didn't just fall out of the sky in a big, bright, ball of light.

He looked back at Bobby as he said, "Okay, what about us then, huh? A TV show? Really? I mean, I know I've been gone for four months-" She lifted her head at that. "-but I'm pretty sure there's not a TV show about us."

Four months? So… is this when Dean came back from Hell? She felt her stomach turn as she thought about it.

Bobby turned to face her again with a thoughtful look. "Well?"

She looked at him, and softly cleared her throat after wavering on the word she was trying to say, "W-What?"

"Prove it," he stated simply.

She stared at him, a little dumbfounded for a moment. "Uh, okay…" This is so weird. "Bobby Singer, Dean Winchester…" She glanced at each of them in turn before focusing on Dean. She felt like he trusted her the least between the two. "You've got a brother called Sam. Your parent's name's are Mary Campbell and John Winchester."

He rose a brow but looked unperturbed.

Yeah, that is pretty basic info.

"You said you've been gone for four months, right? So… that means you've recently come back from Hell?" His eye twitched and his jaw tightened, so she heavily backtracked with an apologetic expression. "Sorry… Um, 'cause Sam isn't here, I'm guessing you haven't met up with him yet… Um…" She paused and looked to the side, thinking of what to say. Even if it was a dream, she didn't want to remind him of all the crap they had thrown at them in the past. She bit her lip in thought, trying to remember what happened at the beginning of the 'episode'. It had been a couple of years since she last saw the show, after all. "When… When you got out, there was a, uh, a gas station… and the radio and TV turned on, and the windows kind of-" She cringed slightly. "-exploded… by themselves." Which was Cas saying, 'hi.'

He continued to stare at her with a brow raised. "And?"

She paused again. Thinking hard about what she could possibly say to make him believe her when…

Skylar gave him a cheeky grin. "Rhonda Hurley."

His eyes widened, almost comically, and he hastily cleared his throat, as Bobby gave him a weird look. "You… How… Hm…" With a small tilt of his head to hide his face, he quickly moved to put his gun on the table, as Skylar wore a shit-eating grin. When he turned back to face her, he pointed a finger at her. "Okay… Say, I believe you, which I don't…"

"Yeah, you do," she said, holding back a laugh at his face and the whole general situation that she found herself in.

There was a pause as he kind of just stood there for a little bit, looking all kinds of awkward, and Bobby rose an amused brow at his behaviour.

Dean cleared his throat again and put his hand down, then rested against the table like Bobby, but with his arms crossed. "You could just be psychic or something."

"What number am I thinking of?" the older hunter suddenly asked, a tinge of amusement in his voice.

"Come on, Bobby," Dean huffed.

"You suggested it." With his eyebrow still raised, he gave him a small smirk. "Pretty sure she's not anyway considering she knows about 'Rhonda Hurley', whoever that is." Skylar let out a chuckle as Dean blanched; and after Skylar quietened down at Dean's death stare, he continued, "Come on, what number?"

She let out a breath and calmly stated, "I'm not psychic. Trust me, if I was…" she trailed off as her thoughts decided to go to a different place. She stopped herself by shaking her head and coughing a little to the side, raising a hand to her mouth as she did, not noticing the two share a look. "Whatever, uh, I don't know… Three?" she guessed, not really trying, and smiled awkwardly at them.

"Nope. Seventy-nine."

Nailed it… she thought sarcastically as she dropped her gaze. "See, not psychic… I just-" she stopped as soon as she started, and tried to think of what to say. "Apparently, if this isn't some crazy-ass dream, which I am kinda doubting a little considering I definitely felt that knife… Uh, I'm… I dunno, from a different universe or some shit?" That sounded crazy even to her own ears. She shook her head again, not looking at the hunters as she tried to work it all out in her head. "All I know is the show is focused on your lives and a lot of… a lot of crazy stuff happens."

"Okay then, quiz time." Skylar furrowed her brows as she glanced at Bobby. He simply rose one and said, "You said that it was focused on our lives, that would mean you know a little something about hunting, yeah?"

She slowly nodded. I guess.

"How do you kill a vampire?"

"Beheading them," she said without even realising, before she continued, "and you can… and you can poison them with dead man's blood, but that wouldn't be enough to kill 'em." She fidgeted a little under their gazes, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

"Shapeshifter?" Bobby quickly fired at her.

"Silver bullet to the heart." She glanced at Dean, remembering the episode 'Skin' from season 1 where Sam had said the exact same words in a similar way. He rose an eyebrow, and she swore she saw his lips quirk up for a second.

"Ghost?"

"Burn their remains, or if they were cremated, burn the object their spirit is connected to."

"How about a demon?" Dean suddenly questioned, with a slight edge to his voice.

She stared at him for a second, not sure where his head was at, before she said, "Uh, you exorcise them back to Hell… or you could stab them with Ruby's knife, or shoot them with the Colt." Her lips twitched upwards when he looked stunned. One point to me, Winchester. "Or-" A sudden rush of pain stopped her from talking further and had her grab her head in agony with one hand, while the other grabbed the counter behind her.

A voice ran through her mind. It was a familiar voice, but it was echoed and had a… powerful energy to it. "Skylar. I'm sorry for the pain, but I have to tell you this; you can't tell them anything involving their future. Angels included, and yeah… This is real. Different universe. Different time. You're here for a reason, Sky." The voice stopped and, as it did, the pain started to dull down.

She blinked open her eyes to see Bobby standing in front of her with concern etched into his features. "You alright, Skylar?"

She stared at him blankly for a moment before she blinked a couple more times. "Wha…? Uh, yeah. Yeah, just… peachy…" she said dismissively as her eyes flickered around the room to ground herself.

"What was that?" Dean asked, also looking a bit concerned.

She cleared her throat and said, "Uh… headache… a bad, bad headache…" And the voice of one Chuck Shurley, but I'm just gonna leave that out in case he does that again… Wait, how did he even do that? He's a prophet… Her eyebrows knitted together as the pain disappeared completely, and then his words sunk in. "Oh, God… this is real, isn't it? I feel like my brain just did a full three-sixty on itself." She let go of the counter but kept the hand that was on her head where it was for a moment longer.

"Never heard of a headache like that before," Dean said cautiously, glancing at Bobby with a meaningful look, who simply shrugged.

"Never thought I'd ever be in a different universe, but here I am," she said with utmost sass in her tone, as her arms flopped down at her sides, then winced when a short blast of mild pain shot through her brain. "Ow," she muttered, as she rubbed her forehead with a small frown.

Dean looked her up and down, not liking the situation at hand at all. "Yeah… Well, I gotta go see my brother. Bobby-"

"What? You think I'm gonna stay here and babysit?" he interrupted.

Skylar rolled her eyes. I've looked after myself and my sister for practically my entire life. I don't need to be babysat thank you very much.

"I still need to kick his ass for leaving." Bobby crossed his arms defiantly, and Dean sighed frustratedly.

"I-" she started to speak, but was cut off by Dean, who had a tight smile on his face.

"Well then, looks like you're coming with us, kid. We are not leaving you on your own. Even if I'm still not buying the whole…-" He waved a hand about, thinking about how to put it. "-alternate universe thing, there's still something going on here."

"Sure, I…" She sighed. "I guess." It's not like she had another option. Being in a different universe meant she didn't have anywhere to go anyway. "And, dude… I'm nineteen."

He rose an eyebrow at her before he scoffed lightly. "Yeah, like I said. Kid."

"Sure..." She rolled her eyes as she tried to think of a comeback. "Old man." She cringed slightly but her eyes held amusement.

His own had a hint of amusement to them, as he said, "I'm twenty-nine, okay?"

Skylar gave him a sly smirk. "Yeah, like I said. Old." She didn't really think being twenty-nine was old, not by a long shot, but it was worth to say at the offended look he gave her.

She had missed bantering.

Bobby chuckled, then said, "Alright, we can continue this on the road. I'm gonna go get the car ready. I'm sure you two can play nicely 'till I get back?"

Dean rolled his eyes and Skylar smiled at him. A genuine smile. It faded slightly as she realised, so she focused her sight on her combat boots. She hadn't smiled a proper smile, that she fully meant, ever since… well, she didn't want to think about him.

Bobby grabbed the shotguns off of the table and made his way out, which left the two older siblings of each of their families by themselves. They stood there for a couple of minutes in silence, just thinking to themselves and processing the situation, until Dean was the first to break the awkwardness in the air, "So, Skylar…" She glanced up at him when he paused and noticed the confliction written on his face. "How… How much do you know?"

"Probably enough that you're not comfortable with…" She winced as she realised that knowing a lot about their personal lives must be weird, to say the least. "Sorry about that. To be fair though… I mean…" She stopped talking as she tried to think of how to say what she wanted to say. It was a sticky situation given what they had been through… and what they will go through… "It is just a TV show in… in my world, and I know that doesn't make it better, but… I don't know, man. I know a lot about you guys and-" She winced again at how that sounded. "-and that sounded, even more, creepier than I thought it would…" her voice raised an octave higher in embarrassment, and he rose an eyebrow in a 'you think?' kind of way. "But that doesn't make me an enemy or anything, okay? I don't know why I'm here. I seriously don't. But… hopefully, there is a way back to… my 'home universe'... and I'll be out of your guys' hair in no time." She smiled at him, but as it started to crack she looked away. They got back to their universe when Balthazar made them... well, will make them go to another one… maybe it's similar to that?

"Okay... I think I might actually be starting to believe all this."

She smiled then figured she should clear something up. "Oh! And about Rhonda..." He began to frown but she continued, "We never saw anything. It was just talked about."

He nodded, and sarcastically said, "Well, I can't wait for that conversation."

She chuckled slightly, "Hey, I'm not gonna kink shame you, man."

"I- You know what, I'm not gonna go there." His lips twitched upwards, then there was a pause in the conversation, and Skylar didn't miss how he seemed to get a little nervous. "Okay, so, uh, earlier on… You said that I've just come back... from down under…" He gave her a look as if to say, 'Do you know or not, 'cause I'm not saying it out loud.'

She gave him a sad smile. "Yeah… I know." He cleared his throat, looking anywhere but her as he pursed his lips. She frowned and said, "Dean, I know… I know that this isn't gonna mean… probably anything, coming from a total stranger and given what you've gone through… but it wasn't your fault." He gave her a disbelieving look, but it didn't faze her. "I know that you don't want to talk about it, and I'm definitely not asking you to… but you've just got to know that it wasn't your fault. Not one bit of it."

He saw the truth in her eyes. He just couldn't fathom how she thought what happened, and what he did, in Hell wasn't his fault.

That was something they both had in common though. They both blamed themselves. For everything.

She wished she could tell herself what she told Dean. But she knew that what happened back home was her fault.

He looked like he was going to reply, but Bobby chose the right moment to come through the door. "Right, we all set?" he called out as Dean quickly looked away from Skylar. He entered the kitchen just as Dean pushed himself away from the table, and headed to go outside.

"Yeah. Let's go," Dean said quickly as he passed Bobby.

Bobby rose a brow at him then glanced at Skylar, who gave him a small smile with a shrug of her shoulders. "Okay then. Come on, Skylar." He motioned her to follow him, and they exited the house. When they reached the car, she stilled. After Bobby and Dean had both entered the car and realised Skylar hadn't, Bobby rolled down his window to say, "You getting in?"

She snapped out of another little stupor and apologised, "Yeah, sorry. It's just…" She hesitated before she reached for the door handle to the back seat, and quickly got inside. "It's just been a couple years since I've ridden in a car, that's all." She gave them another small smile, before she glanced around the interior, trying not to look so nervous. They looked at her quizzically, but she pretended not to notice as she stared out the window and buckled up, hoping desperately that it would get the attention off of herself.

Bobby shrugged and mumbled out an, 'okay,' before he started up the car, quiet tunes coming from the radio as he did, and began to drive out of the scrap yard.

Skylar let out a shallow breath. It wasn't the first time she had been in a car since the incident, but it was the first time she had been in a moving one. Back home she helped customers out if they ever had any car trouble. She was practically their mechanic.

Skylar focused on the sights going past to calm herself, as she thought about what Chuck had said to her. 'Different universe. Different time. You're here for a reason, Sky.' She scoffed internally. What reason could there possibly be for dragging my sorry ass here?

The more she thought about it all, the less she understood.

She sighed through her nose, before she furrowed her eyebrows quizzically. "Hey, it's September eighteenth, right?" she asked cautiously, as she looked at the two hunters out the corner of her eye.

"Yeah," Bobby answered, not thinking much of it.

She slowly nodded and waited a moment. "...2008?"

"Well, yeah," Dean answered this time, a little confused as to why she would ask the year.

"Wow, that's weird…" she let out in a breath. They both rose an eyebrow at that and Dean turned to face her, as Bobby glanced at her in the rearview mirror. She spoke so quietly that they almost didn't hear her, "Not only am I in a different universe… I'm nine years in the past."

There was a pause before...

"Wait, what?" Dean asked, incredulously.

She took a glance at him and smiled awkwardly. "Yeah. I'm from 2017, dude." Dean continued to stare at her, obviously flabbergasted, while Bobby had the common sense to stay focused on the road. There was another pause before she said what they were all thinking, "This is so weird."

Bobby chuckled. "Yeah, well, welcome to our lives… Hmm. Quite literally, I guess."

Skylar snorted, but quickly slapped a hand over her mouth and nose after she did, and slid down in her seat as if it would hide her embarrassment.

Dean rose a brow, with a small grin plastered on his face, before he turned back to face the front as Bobby chuckled quietly to himself.

A few moments later, Bobby was tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music and said, "So, tell us about yourself."

She looked away from the window to give him a questioning expression that he didn't see. "Huh? Why?"

"We've got a good nine-hour drive on our hands. I'd rather not spend it all in complete silence. Anyway, we gotta know what the future's like, right?" he said, amusement evident in his voice.

"Uh… I… I don't think that's a good idea… for... multiple reasons." One, I don't want another 'headache'. Two, the future is a mess. Three, it could cause a paradox or some shit. Four, I don't want another 'headache'. Five, what the hecky heck would I even say? Six, it's the future in a different universe, things could be completely different here. Seven, did I mention not wanting another 'headache'? "And anyway, there's not exactly that much to talk about, you know?"

Dean glanced back at her and rose a brow. "Really? Nine years, and you can't think of a single thing?"

"Well, yeah, but I mean, our universes are different from each other anyway, and… and I don't just mean the TV show. We don't have monsters or demons there… at least to my knowledge anyway. No one's exactly proved for definite that there's a Heaven, or Hell, or any other sort of afterlife situation, so… yeah, I don't know," she said dismissively.

She, herself, didn't believe in the supernatural and didn't have faith in any particular religion back home, but Sasha always did. Her sister believed that there had to be something after people died. Something that helped people when they were down on their luck. Skylar, on the other hand, believed in people above all else. She did believe that there was a possibility that there was something else in that respect, but she didn't put all of her apples in one basket so to speak. She couldn't believe, but she definitely had respect for people who did.

"Okay then, what about you?"

She was quiet for a moment before she spoke, "I… I don't know. Not much to say about me." She stared out the window again, silently hoping Bobby would drop it.

"What's your full name?" he asked, trying to get her engaged in a conversation.

She let out a small laugh. "What is this, twenty questions?"

He glanced back at her in the rearview mirror and smiled. "Sure."

She simply shook her head in amusement. "Okay then… Skylar Romana Raineri."

"Thought I could hear a bit of Italian in that accent of yours," he said, slightly proud of himself for noticing, as Dean stared out the window, half-listening to their conversation.

She chuckled lightly, her nose wrinkling up as she did. "Yeah, got it from my mom."

Skylar also got her natural dark hair from her mom, but she got her blue eyes from her dad. Her genetics were equally split between them, but Sasha looked more like their mom. She still had dark hair but, unlike Sky, her hair was curly and long; and her eyes were a deep brown, almost golden when the sunlight hit them in a particular way.

"Any siblings?"

She cleared her throat softly as she rubbed the top of her arm, and willed herself to stay grounded. She hardly talked about Sasha. Only once or twice to Hazel and Leah. And- "Uh… yeah. I've got a sister."

Dean perked up and glanced at her over his shoulder. "How old's she?" he asked curiously.

"Seventeen," she said after a moment. She would've been anyway…

Bobby continued the little question session, "What state you come from?"

"Ohio. Lived in Cincinnati my whole life," she answered with a small, thankful, smile on her face for the change of subject.

"You got a job?"

She nodded. "Yep, work in a cafe that's below our apartment."

"Our?" Dean questioned, raising a curious brow at her.

Skylar froze. "Yeah. Well…" She fixed her gaze to the sights outside again as she realised her slip of the tongue. "It's just my apartment now, but… My sister used to live with me… she moved out recently. University. She's a smart cookie," she lied easily, not looking at either of them. She knew it wasn't healthy, but she decided to speak about her as if she was still alive. Just as long as I'm here… It won't hurt...

"Hmm," Dean hummed as he looked ahead again. She wasn't sure if he believed her or not, but she didn't think about it for long.

She suddenly looked down at her hand as she felt… something. It went away as soon as she looked, and her face twisted in confusion. It felt vaguely similar to the energy that she felt after she fell, and in the house... but completely different at the same time. She flexed her hand, before she dismissed it with a slight shake of her head.

After a couple more questions about the cafe and if she was in school or not, (the answer to the second question being no, not since she was 16) her eyelids started to droop.

She was tired. Not just because she hardly got any sleep the night before, as per usual, but she was just plain exhausted mentally. With what happened in the cafe and her apartment, then everything that happened after… She was surprised she hadn't fainted yet... In the universe she was currently in anyway. Another thing that surprised her was that she felt safe. She hardly ever felt safe.

She wanted to sleep. She needed to sleep. On the other hand, she didn't want to sleep, in fear of the nightmares that would ultimately plague her mind.

She tried to stifle a yawn, but failed.

"What time was it for you, before you… got zapped here, anyway?" Bobby asked, obviously noticing she was tired.

She thought for a moment. "Uh, I dunno. About… five-ish? It was almost closing time… I think."

"About a couple hours earlier than here then," Dean muttered to himself, still wondering how she got there and why.

"Well, you look like you could use a nap. Get some rest, Skylar. If you're not up before we get there, we'll wake you," Bobby said, briefly meeting her eyes in the mirror with a kind smile.

She hesitated before she replied, "Okay. Sure."

She sighed as she rested herself against the door, and closed her eyes. She tried to stay awake for as long as she could, willing herself to just rest her eyes, and begging her mind to keep the nightmares away, but she slowly drifted off into a slumber.

Unfortunately, her mind was not so kind.

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