I started binge watching Supernatural and wanted to write this, so I really, really do not own Supernatural. I'm just a fan that can quote the first six seasons line for line; I only own my character and her insertion into the plot. Starts from season 1 and might go all the way to season 14, I might do cannon divergence or I might not. I do take suggestions and ideas, and I appreciate constructive criticism.
Please enjoy.
Chapter 1 Crossroad Blues
31, January, 2018
It was quiet. It was far too quiet to be normal. Hazel eyes scoured the area before returning to the flat screen of a phone. The bright screen caused the owner of the hazel eyes to wince before looking back up towards a boulder that stood on a small hill. A man dressed in a red flannel was perched on the surface of the rock with a camera in his hand.
"Come on bro!" The owner of the hazel eyes called, the voice carried a heavy Scottish accent, "We said we'd be back to the campus before six, it's now five you daft cunt!"
The owner of the hazel eyes turned out to be a tall, reddish-brown haired woman who was a bit on the plump side. She was pale and her thick eyebrows were furrowed as she frowned up at the man. She started fidgeting with the bottom or her graphic Black Sabbath long-sleeved shirt and turned her eyes back to her phone. She sighed and picked up the large, black backpack that was sitting on the ground next to her.
"I'm heading back!" She yelled, "I have a test tomorrow!"
Her brother ignored her and she started her trek down the hiking trail they had come up. The sun was starting to get low in the cloud-covered sky and she sighed. She still needed to grab some food for the late night study session she was going to do. Well, she had to do it if she wanted to pass the first test of the semester. The last thing she needed was for it to rain. She didn't really carry an umbrella anymore.
"Why'd Ben have to take photos today?" She muttered to herself.
Her breaths had started to come out in white clouds due to a sudden drop in temperature. Now that she thought about it, maybe it would more likely to snow than rain. It wasn't in the forecast for either. She looked back up towards the darkening sky and let out another sigh. She should've been used to weather such as this due to living in Scotland for her entire life, but it still made her gloomy.
It took her twenty minutes to get to the nearest grocery store, by then it had started to drizzle. The clerk at the register greeted her and she gave a strained smile in response as she grabbed a small basket and started to walk through the aisles. She passed by a rack and stopped in her tracks. She slowly backed up and looked at the price of the umbrellas on display. It was five dollars for an umbrella? She knew that was a pretty good price and the weather seemed to be getting worse. She picked up a black and white striped umbrella and put it in her basket before heading down the spice aisle. She needed some more salt for her kitchenette. Just as she was placing the canister in her basket her phone went off. The Classic Doctor Who theme song started playing and she smiled at the familiar song as she picked her phone out of the pockets of her black skinny jeans.
"Hello, Ben," she answered as she went down the international aisle and started putting Pocky into the basket, "Do you miss me?"
"You left me outside in the rain, Blair," Ben whined, his voice holding a Scottish accent as well, "I had to call Bridget to get me, and you know how she gets."
Blair gave a low chuckle as she looked at some instant coffee. She was tempted to buy a jar just to stay awake during her studying. Why did she decide that Anthropology was a good course to take? The teacher was someone with such a bad monotone that it was damn near impossible to stay awake in his class. She grabbed a jar off the shelf and into the basket it went.
"Are you shopping right now?" Ben questioned as the sound of the jar bumping into the salt canister sounded in the area.
"I told you, I have a test tomorrow," She replied with a roll of her eyes, "I need something to keep me up, and I needed salt."
"What is it to ward off the demons?" He teased she gave him a sarcastic laugh in response.
"Listen here, you cheeky tart," She quietly started before pleasantly smiling at an elderly woman passing her by, "I don' believe in all that nonsense."
"And the pope is Catholic," He quipped.
"Oi! Listen here," She started to rant, her accent getting thicker with her anger, "You don' know what you're on about!"
"Christ, calm down you idiot," he stated, "I was just taking the mickey out of ya."
"You've been hanging around John again," She commented as she headed down the drink aisle, "You want a drink or snack?"
"I could go for a cola," He answered, "and a bag of salt and vinegar crisps."
"Right," She stated, "I'll send you a text when I'm back at the dorm, bye Ben."
She hung up and placed her phone into an inner pocket of her backpack and headed up the aisle and to a register. She really wanted to get started on studying; it would give her a break from carrying all her books and chrome book. Checking out was quick and she was able to ignore the male clerks flirting, the clerk that had greeted her had gone home, well, she could ignore the flirting for the most part. She made a mental note to never come to the store at a late time ever again.
With red cheeks and groceries in her backpack and umbrella in hand, she headed outside. She let out a quiet curse at the fact that it had gotten even colder outside since the sun had gone down. The cold air was easily seeping through her clothing and she gripped the umbrella tighter as she walked down the street towards the university campus. She groaned in frustration as a speeding car drove straight through a puddle and drenched her. The sounds of boys drunk hollering reached her ears and she glared after the disappearing rear lights.
"Oi! Come back 'ere and face me like real men you cunts!" She raged after the car, "I'll show you how to haze someone properly; all I need is a couple of hot dogs and some lube!"
She huffed heavily and closed the umbrella; she was already drenched so it didn't do her any good to keep it open. She was thankful that her backpack was waterproof. It was the small blessings in life. She put the umbrella inside the outside pocket for water bottles and continued walking grumbling under her breath. Her hair was plastered to her face and her skin was growing paler from the cold, save for her nose becoming a bit red.
She better not get sick from this. She frowned and stopped at a crossroad. She pressed the button for the crosswalk and waited for it to signal that she could cross. It didn't change for ten minutes. When it did she looked both ways before walking out onto the cross walk. She was shivering, badly. Her shivers wracked her whole body and she could hear her teeth chattering together as she walked. It was actually getting hard for her to see. It went dark before everything looked…wrong. The blurry outlines of trees caused her to cease walking and look around. It didn't look like the area surrounding the university. The outlines of the mountains were gone, as were the lights from traffic lights and lamp posts.
A loud honk reached her ears and she looked towards her right to see a bright pair of lights race towards her. Her reaction time was slow and her pupils dilated to a small circle when the lights hit her. A black, Chevy Impala slammed into her and she went over the hood of the car and slammed onto the wet pavement with her left side. She was still conscious and looking around when the sound of squealing tires rang through the air.
"Shit," A male's voice cursed in the night, she looked towards the source with a wince.
It was a tall man; her vision was a bit blurry so she couldn't make out too many details besides the fact that he was pale and in dark clothing and was rushing towards her. She turned her attention towards the sky and dully noted that it was clear, save for one or two faint clouds that stood out against the star-specked sky. A blood moon hung in the middle of the sky and it was slowly being eclipsed. Hands on her person dragged her attention away from the sky and she looked towards the man.
"Where in the hell did you even come from?" The man asked as he picked her up, bridal style.
"Aberdeen," She groaned out as pain wracked her body, "Aberdeen, Scotland."
He made a sound at that as he put her into his car. She welcomed the dry atmosphere; she had been in the cold for far too long and could feel ice cracking on her clothing. She wondered if the man was going to take her somewhere to kill her. She felt a pain in the back of her head and groaned quietly as the man closed the passenger door to the car. She probably had a concussion, lovely.
"What are you doing so far away from Scotland?" The man asked as he got back in the car.
"Exchange…Student…" she got out, "Might have…concussion…don't let…fall asleep."
"Right," He muttered, he started up the car and started to speed.
It was quiet and she wondered if the man was purposely ignoring her. She slowly moved her head to look out the window and narrowed her eyes at the scenery. Now that she was warming up things were starting to get a bit clearer. California didn't have a forest like this, at least not in the area she was in. Pine trees were usually in higher elevation areas when it came to California.
"Where is this?" She asked, slurring slightly but now able to say complete sentences.
"South Dakota," He replied, "About twenty minutes from the black hill regional park, it's a weird time to go camping."
"Not camping," She informed him, "Walking back to university…in California."
He almost stopped the car at that but looked at her as she moved an arm and let out a loud hiss of pain. His eyes then read the front of her shirt. At least she has good taste. She was covered in blood, and probably had a few broken bones. She seemed to have correctly guessed that she had a concussion from what he could tell. Her pupils were dilated like crazy.
"What's your favorite Black Sabbath song?" He asked her.
"I'm torn between Iron Man and War Pigs," She admitted her slurred speech confusing when mixing with her heavy accent, "What about you?"
"Children of the Grave," He responded.
"Nice," She muttered, "my dorm mate says that I like mullet rock, don' know what she means by that, she won' tell me."
"She doesn't sound too fun," He commented, he was getting information from her, "What's your name kid?"
"Blair," she answered, "Blair MacDougal, I'd say it's nice to meet you, but you hit me with your car."
"You were standing in the middle of the road," He told her.
"I was crossing at a crosswalk on university drive," She informed him, "Oh fuck, I have a test tomorrow."
"You're worried about a test?" He asked as he turned on a road.
"It's anthropology," She responded, "That shits confusing and the teacher sounds like the one from Ferris Bueller's Day Off."
He actually let out a small laugh at that, he was humoring her with that one. She sent him a dirty look; it was undermined by the roundness of her face. The blood didn't help her case either. After a few minutes, she turned towards the window again.
"You said South Dakota?" She asked.
"Yes," He answered as they entered a city.
"Fuckin' weird," She muttered, "What kind of Harry Potter bullshite is this?"
He turned into a hospital and parked. He quickly unbuckled and got out of the car. She moved an arm and slowly moved to remove her seatbelt. Her shoulders hurt like a bitch, but she could unbuckle herself. The door next to her opened and he removed her backpack before picking her up.
"What the hell do you even carry in that bag?" He asked her.
"My school supplies," She answered as he closed the car door and locked it, "and my groceries, nothing that'll go bad anytime soon."
He headed into the emergency room and a few of the nurses in the vicinity looked at him for a few seconds before jumping into action. Blair frowned as her head throbbed with pain at the sudden explosion of noise. A nurse with a gurney ran forward and the man set her down. She brought a hand up and caught his jacket.
"What's your name?" She asked him.
"Dean, Dean Winchester," He quietly replied.
"Like the rifle?" She asked, "That's an epic last name, mate."
She released him and the nurses began to cart her into a surgery room. She had a large gash on her left leg and it was covered in asphalt and dirt. They needed to clean and stitch that up before assessing the rest of her injuries. A nurse walked over to Dean and quietly pulled him out of the main walkway.
"What exactly happened?" She asked.
"She was wearing dark clothing and walking down the road at night," He answered, "I was barely able to slow down to thirty when I saw her."
"Did it happen at the crossroads a few miles out of the city limit?" The nurse asked.
"Yes, in fact, it did," He answered with a tilt of his head.
"She's the twentieth one this week," The nurse stated, "people have been appearing on that road and getting hit by cars. She's the first one to still be alive."
"When did this first start?" He asked.
"Monday," The nurse answered, "The Seventeenth, the first two that were brought in were already dead, but only for a few minutes."
"Has anything like this happened before?" He asked.
"No, this is the first time," she answered as a few other nurses passed them, "but all of these people have something weird in common, they carried electronics that wouldn't turn on but seemed to be high tech, almost futuristic."
"Almost sounds like a bad Sci-Fi show," He commented.
"Yeah," The nurse bit her lip slightly before holding out a clipboard, "Can you fill this out to the best of you knowledge, and we need some information about her."
"I'm not friends with her," He stated as he reluctantly accepted the clipboard.
"No, but any information helps and you can visit her when she's out of surgery to fill the rest of it out," The nurse replied, "If she had a backpack or anything, just bring it in and we'll put it in her room."
The nurse sashayed off and he watched her go. He raised his brows in appreciation before looking down at the paper on the clipboard. He knew her name and place of birth but didn't know her age or birthday. He scrawled in the information he did know and placed it up in the counter before heading back to his car. He pulled out his phone and pressed a button on his speed dial. It rang for a few seconds before being picked up.
"Dad, it's Dean," He stated.
"Dean, I'm busy," His father replied, "I'm in the middle of a hunt."
"Have you ever heard of people appearing out of thin air?" He asked.
"Not unless they're a demon," His dad replied.
"Well, I just hit a person with the Impala who claimed to have been in California before I hit her, and she isn't the first to appear out of nowhere," He informed his Father.
It was silent for a few seconds and he took the time to unlock his car and hoist her wet backpack onto his shoulders. He heard rustling on the other end. The car door to his Impala was closed and locked once again and he leaned against it. It was a cold night out, but not to the extent of cold that Blair had been. That girl had been freezing to the point where her shivering had most likely worsened her injuries.
"Was this at a crossroads?" His father finally asked.
"Yeah," Dean answered, "She said she was crossing at a crosswalk before I hit her."
"And tonight's a lunar eclipse of a blood moon," His father muttered, quickly connecting the dots, "Don't let her out of your sight, Dean. She might be dangerous."
"And if she turns out to be a normal human?" He lowly asked.
"Then it's up to you," Came the response, "if she turns out to be dangerous shoot her."
"Yes, sir," He hung up after that and headed back into the hospital.
A blonde nurse walked by and smiled kindly at him before it slowly turned flirtatious. He winked back at her and she blushed prettily. She then headed towards a room and walked in with a kind smile to the patient inside. The nurse from earlier walked up to him.
"She's out of surgery and is awake in her room," She informed him, "She has a minor concussion and some fractured bones."
"That's lucky," he commented as he was led to the room.
Blair was sitting up in a hospital bed looking at a TV playing the news. She had a look of disbelief on her face as George W. Bush gave a speech. She ran a hand through her hair, which he had been sure reached her waist before but was barely touching her jaw, and winced when she hit a particular spot. The nurse gave a quiet cough to announce their presence and the heart monitor sped up as Blair jumped in surprise.
"Hello, Nurse Judy," She greeted.
"You'll fall asleep if you watch the news," Judy commented as she walked in, "The man who brought you in is here to visit."
"Thank you, Nurse Judy," Blair quietly stated.
Judy gave a tight-lipped smile before waking out and leaving the two alone in the room. Blair was finally able to see what Dean looked like. He was a handsome man, tall, broad-shouldered, nice profile, lovely green eyes, and a small, faint smattering of freckles on his face. She shook herself from those thoughts and coughed slightly before motioning to the chair next to the bed with a bandaged up hand. He took it and they both sat there in conversational silence, Bush was still talking in the background.
"Anything broke?" Dean asked in a way to make small talk.
"My pride," Blair quipped, "The Doctors said that if you'd been going faster my head would've cracked open and I'd be dead, so thank you for slowing down."
"Don't mention it," He commented with a weird expression on his face.
"Is the news on a rerun?" She asked, "Is it an important day in history month or something?"
"Why?" He asked, "Who do you think the president is?"
"The Cheeto man," She dryly stated, "President Donald Trump."
"What planet are you from?" He asked her, "There's no way in hell that Donald Trump could be president."
"He ran against Hillary Clinton in twenty sixteen," She replied, "she blindsided good old socialist Bernie Sanders."
He didn't reply and she turned to look at him. He was looking at her as if she was some kind of alien. She raised a brow at him and regretted that action as the stitches on her forehead were pulled by the movement. She winced before reaching a hand up and pressing at the stitches. She waited for him to say something.
"Seriously?" He asked.
"Hand me my chrome book," She stated, "It was inside an AC/DC padded case so it might've survived me hitting the pavement."
He opened her back pack and looked past the junk food, and salt of all things, and found a small, black case with the AC/DC logo on it. He lifted it up and she nodded at him. He held it out to her and she accepted it and unzipped the case. She let out a sigh of relief and pulled out what looked to be a small, sleek laptop. She opened it and pulled out cable from a pouch inside the case. She plugged one end into the laptop and motioned for him to plug the other into the socket. He did so and she crossed her fingers as it slowly booted up.
"Thank, God," She muttered, typing in her key code quickly and moving to the side so he could sit on the bed, "There's room for two and I really don't want to fuck up the cable."
He got up and sat on the bed, the movement caused her to wince a little as her left leg was moved. He looked at the screen and raised his brows. The background to her laptop was a picture of her and two other people. They were all identical and he almost moved back as she pulled up a browser, she didn't know how much data she had left but she was going to use it to prove a point. She went to her google docs and clicked on the Washington Post that she had saved from 2016.
"What is all of this?" He asked.
"It's a chrome book," She told him and at his blank look she rolled her eyes, "It's made by the overlord that is Google to be a browsing laptop, it's ideal for students since a cheap model is around two hundred dollars."
"How do I know you didn't fake all this?" He asked, "For all I know you could be testing a new product."
"This would be too much work," She shrugged, "I actually do have a life, so, how do I know that you aren't messing with me and trying to make me think that it's two thousand and five?"
He hated that she had a point. She would get along with his brother. Were all college kids like them? He hoped not, a college would seem like such a bore if they were. She moved through the article and he quickly read the page. It looked official. He was getting a bit scared. What could have the power to even cause someone to move back in time none the less halfway across the country?
"You said California, right?" He asked.
"Aye," She confirmed as she closed the article and closed the laptop, "and you said South Dakota."
"Was there anything weird going on at your school?" He asked.
"No, the only thing weird was the fact that it was a blood moon," She answered, "and the weather, there wasn't a forecast for rain yet it was pouring by the time I was heading back to my dorm."
"Right," He muttered before picking up the clipboard, "We need to fill out your information."
"Hand it over," She muttered.
He did so and she began to fill it out. She paused for a few seconds and tapped the pen against her chin. She had a habit of chewing on the ends of pens that she was trying to break. She placed the clipboard against her knees before turning to him. He waited for her to ask her question.
"What do I put for birthdate?" She asked, "I can't exactly say nineteen ninety-seven."
"You're eight?" He asked her.
"I'm twenty," She stated in a blunt tone, "Do I look eight to you?"
"Just put nineteen eighty-five," He told her as he read at the information she had written down.
"All done," She muttered before rubbing at her eyes, "Fuck I just want to sleep."
"Right," Dean muttered, "Visiting hours are almost over, I'll visit tomorrow."
"Bye Dean," She stated, "If I can, I'll most likely be asleep at that time just wake me up and I'll groggily converse with ya."
He let out a breath of disbelief as she turned back to the TV and used the remote to channel surf before settling on a British television show. Doctor Who and it was the Tom Baker season that they were airing. She leaned back and enjoyed the episode as he got up and left the room. He dropped off the clipboard, after memorizing the information, and headed back to his car. He had some research to do.
Blair looked back towards the doors as the nurses began to dim the lights in different rooms. She was stuck awake with a headache; at least she had something entertaining to watch. She was scared, that was something she was certain of. That hadn't been a recording of Bush that had been the real deal. She ran a hand through her hair again, something she did when stressed, and began to look around the room.
People can't travel back in time. It's impossible with the current technology available, and even then to do so in such a quick way and halfway across the country? She carefully ran a hand down her face, careful of the stitches on her forehead and left cheek, and looked towards the television. It was advertising the return of Doctor Who by announcing the next episode in its marathon. The return was with the R.T. Davis era that so many people remembered fondly, she herself included, though that episode Love & Monsters was interesting, to say the least. She looked up towards the ceiling and sighed.
"Is this because I make church jokes?" She quietly asked, making a face at how crazy she must seem to be talking to the ceiling, "Because they are just jokes, I don't mean them."
She shook her head at her actions and reached for her chrome book. It was time for her to do her own investigation as to what was happening. She opened her browser and noticed that she had an email. She went into her Gmail and her eyebrows shot up. Since when did God have an email? She got curious and opened it.
Blair MacDougal,
It's not because of the church jokes that you are here, I actually find them funny. No, you are here because someone wanted to perform an experiment and I couldn't see who. This world has already run its course once, and in yours, it had a television show that was in its fourteenth season, and someone wanted to see what would happen with an unknown variable. A blood moon and a lunar eclipse was a perfect way to power up to pull people through.
You are the first to survive the experience of going through the dimensions, so, kudos. My gift to you is your laptop and phone; please don't lose them I don't want to put them back in your hands if you do. I am going to wipe any documents about the future from them, so just let them charge for now. I put something at the crossroads to explain your appearance, a bit cliché but I think you'll get a kick out of it.
She stopped reading for a few seconds and looked towards the ceiling again and gave a groan. God? Really? God of all things doesn't know who is screwing with her life? What is it? Some middle-aged man with nothing better to do? Is she some kind of prophet for the lord now? She wanted to roll her eyes at that thought. She went back to reading.
I know you are probably upset right now, and I get it. I really do, but try to look at this as once in a lifetime opportunity. Granted, you have no clue what is going on. (Tell her something she didn't know). Stick with the Winchester's, yes they are named after the gun, and you might make it out alive. It's not a guarantee; in fact, you'll be put through hell.
It's your best bet though. Stick with them. Also, you might experience some…interesting dreams after this. I'm trying to keep you alive kiddo, remember that. If I find out who pulled you through, be it witch or demon, I'll send another email.
Do not, under any circumstances, tell the Winchester's that you were brought here by something. I will give you the okay when the time comes. You're a smart kid. Don't get yourself killed.
Your friendly neighborhood God.
She almost wanted to laugh at that signature. She actually did laugh at it. Who knew that God had a sense of humor of all things? She closed her browser and closed her chrome book and set it on the bedside table to charge. She moved towards the edge of the bed and swung her legs out from under the covers. Her left leg was completely covered in bandages; she had four different stitches along deep gashes and had almost completely broken her leg. The doctor said that in a couple of weeks to two months she'd be good as new, he didn't have an exact time frame since he didn't know if she'd be on her feet or moving around.
She tentatively placed her feet on the floor and gently pushed herself off the bed. She almost cried out in pain as she put her weight on her legs. Those hurt the most out of her entire body; her siblings would be having a laugh at the fact that she survived getting hit by a car of all things. She ignored that train of thought for a few seconds as she slowly shuffled towards her bag and dug out her phone from the inner pocket. She pressed the home button and it lit up showing a picture of her old cat Minerva peeking out of a bundle of blankets with large eyes looking up at the phone. A soft smile appeared on her face at the sight of the picture.
She found her charger and plugged it in to charge before shuffling back to the bed. She climbed back in and got comfortable under the thin blankets. She continued watching the marathon and reached over to pull her bag towards her. She grabbed a box of Pocky and opened it up. She spent her night watching Doctor Who.
Xx
Dean was getting a headache from the amount of reading he was doing. Blair didn't exist, at least not in the context of what he was thinking. She must share the same name as a character from a slice of life comic book series from Japan. The character was one of three born to a family of Scottish Morticians. He searched for a website to read it on, it was his only lead, and began to read the few chapters available.
He ran a hand down his face. It was all there, at least the information and technology was. He was currently on a page where she was walking from a grocery store and had gotten drenched by a group of asshole frat boys. That explained why she had been so soaked, but it didn't explain the ice that had formed on her body and the fact that her blood had been frozen in certain parts of her body. Her story ended when she vanished at a crosswalk, on a crossroad, on the night of a blood moon.
He knew of a few things that could possibly pull that stunt off. One of which was a very powerful witch. He made a face and really hoped that it wasn't a witch that powerful. It would be a bitch to hunt down. He closed down the browser of the public computer he was using and began to collect all the papers surrounding him. A nearby librarian helped him put everything away before shooing him out the door. They were closing in a few minutes after all.
He headed back to his car and drove back to the cheap hotel he was staying at. It was clean, but it always took a few tries to get the door to unlock with the rusty key he'd been given. He parked and headed into the room. A musty smell met him as he walked in and he wrinkled his nose slightly. The room had been checked out by a smoker before him and he could still smell the lingering scent of cigarette smoke. He shut the door behind him and locked it before dumping the keys on a bedside table and opening up the mini fridge to grab a beer.
He sat down on one of the queen sized beds and opened his beer. He took a swig of it before setting it on the bedside table. He had a headache from everything that had happened. He now had to babysit a woman who may or may not be dangerous. A Scottish woman who, even though she had great taste in music, should be eight years old at this time, hell, she shouldn't technically exist.
He ran his hand down his face at that thought and picked up his beer before chugging it. He finished it with ease and got up to throw the bottle away and remove his leather jacket so he could get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be stressful for him. He was going to attempt to sign Blair out of the hospital and head back to the road she appeared on. He was going to get answers about what happened.