The year? 2040. Not much has changed, the prices are crazy and technology keeps improving. But everything else, everything else is the same, the same crappy world it was when I entered it. Still full of monsters, demons, angels and all the other crap. See? Nothing changes.
I was born in the summer of 2022. My mother died in childbirth, I have a picture of her but I don't know her or remember her. Still, she was beautiful. That's what I get from her picture, not just physically but her soul. I can see her soul was beautiful. She's got shoulder-length, mousey brown hair and brown eyes, but its her smile. Her smile has lit the whole room, it reaches her eyes and she looks so genuinely happy. Her name was Isabelle and she is what I envisage an angel to be, a storybook, fairytale angel. Not the slimy, scheming two-faced bastards we actually have.
I was bought up by my dad, he was a hunter. Had been his whole life. He kept me out of it though, he decorate my bedroom a beautiful, fairytale princess theme. I think its still like that. I was daddy's princess, I had him wrapped around my little finger, whatever I wanted, I got. Except once. I was 5, he told me he was going on a hunt, a big one. I asked him not to go, to stay and have a tea party with me but he couldn't, he had to go, it was important. He never came home. He just disappeared.
My uncle didn't want me to grow up in a hunter's life. A life where he would search the Earth and more to find my dad. So he sent me to England, to a boarding school for girls. I liked it. I made friends and enjoyed my studies. I loved coming home more. Every school holiday, I flew home and did some hunting with my Uncle. I'd sleep in that fairytale bedroom, eat junk food and sneak the occasional beer. It was my normal. My home. My family.
Until, one day, I flew home and my uncle wasn't there. He'd disappeared too. Gone, vanished without a trace. I was left with nothing, no-one. I stood in that stupid bedroom, 18 years old with not a single family member left. But, I'm my father's daughter, I'm not made for giving up. I'm going back to 2018, to Sam and Dean Winchester, to stop it all from happening. To stop my uncle disappearing, my dad too. My mother won't die in childbirth. And I know an angel who can help.
"No, Savannah. I'm not sending you back," See? Angels are bastards.
"I can save them, my mum, my dad and uncle. I just need your help." I hated begging, but I'm desperate.
"You go there and I'll never see you again. I know this is some sort of suicide mission." My friend sighs.
"Don't be selfish, I can save them. Or I can try."
"And if you can't? Then its all for nothing."
I sigh, I thought this was going to be easy. He usually helps. I'm gonna have to try harder.
"If it works, you'll have them all back, Everyone you lost." That has to persuade him.
"But I won't have you, my best friend. I'm not going to exchange your life for theirs." He is so stubborn.
"You won't remember me. You'll have them back. If I'm not born then you won't remember me." I argue.
"You're not giving up on this, are you?"
"Nope."
"Savannah, if I do this, and that's a big if, I have one condition." My friend says, with a serious expression.
"Yes, okay, anything. Name it."
"You don't die, you don't do anything that could kill you. If you can't save them without killing yourself, you don't save them."
So, with my fingers mentally crossed, I agreed. I was going to 2018. This is going to be so trippy.