Chapter Two: The Other Winchester

I woke up buried under a mountain of pillows and blankets on the softest bed I have ever felt. My hair was a tangled mess and I was wearing nothing but my long grey shirt. I wonder who? I shook my head, let's not think about it. The room was small, definitely underground judging by the lack of windows. The bed I was in was pushed against the far wall and through the darkness I could spot a door to an en suite, a walk in wardrobe and a desk and chair. I groped over to the bedside table and flicked the switch of the lamp standing on it. Light flooded the room and I had to blink a few times to refocus my vision.

I hated to leave the warm sheets of my bed but I needed to wash the taste of hamburger from my mouth. I stumbled to the bathroom and washed my face and pulled out my brown nest of hair. I scrounged around and found a toothbrush in its packet, though it looked kind of old. I peeled off the plastic and brushed furiously. I gave a once over of my appearance in the mirror, not Top-model worthy but I guess it's enough to explore without scaring anyone I happened to meet.

I was about to leave the room when a cold shiver ran down my spine. Jesus it was freezing down here, I looked back at my bed and saw a beige trench coat tangled in the sheets. It was warm so I slipped it on, hopefully I could return it to its owner after I found something else to wear.

I padded softly down the dimly lit hall into a large area that was clearly the living room, the library stocked full of books in the next room made me want to drool, but I followed my nose in the other direction to the smell of waffles. I walked in the bright room to see the back of a tall man; he had a lanky frame and not-so-short sandy-brown hair. He hummed softly as he flipped the last of the waffles onto a plate and turned around.

He did a double take and a look of surprise crossed his features and clouded his brown eyes. "Who are you and why are you wearing Cas's trench coat?"

"I'm Bethany, your brother saved me from a Djinn and um, I think Castiel gave me the coat so I didn't freeze when I fell asleep in the car, I don't have anything to keep me warm so…" I trailed off; I was hoping he wouldn't drop the waffles and pull a gun on me. So I sat down at the made table and twirled a fork in my fingers, trying to look as non-threatening as possible.

I gave him a moment to process. I guess random women who are saved from monsters frequent their kitchen, because he promptly sat down opposite me and served me half of the stack of waffles. "I'm Sam." He told me as I drowned my breakfast in maple syrup.

"So I've heard," I smiled as I shoved a forkful of waffle into my mouth, God these were good. "Dude these things are incredible!" I exclaimed as I eagerly consumed another bite. I tried to hold back the groan of pleasure at the fluffy, syrupy goodness that was on my plate but it escaped through my lips and Sam's face lit up.

"Thanks." He said, tucking into his own plate, which I was secretly eyeing. We talked for a while, I liked Sam, he was honest and open and just generally a good guy. Then he asked the big question "So Bethany, I believe you've been caught up to speed on the goings of the Winchester World. How is it wrapping around that head of yours?"

"Neatly." I said firmly as I dug through another pancake. Sam raised an eyebrow, he didn't seem to think that I was capable just factoring the supernatural into my life. But I was, it has always interested me and I never discarded it as not real. The supernatural to me was like God was to other people, you just believed in it in a not-so-sure way until something either confirmed or disproved your theory. Being lunch for a monster confirmed my faith to say the least. "Neat as a pin." I gazed down at my breakfast thoughtfully; at least some of what was happening was tidy in my head, other bits not so much.

"Except…?" Sam trailed off, giving me a knowing look. He finished his breakfast the same time as I did; I picked up a towel and began helping him with the dishes.

"Except that besides my first name, I know absolutely nothing about myself. And my reality wasn't even real and my friends don't exist and my fake boyfriend looked like-" I stopped myself just in time but Sam's eyes lit up in a way that told me he wasn't going to let that one go. Aw crap, this is going to get messy.

"Looks like who?" Sam asked suspiciously, I focused on rubbing the last of the plates even though it was already dry, ignoring his question. His gaze was unsettling and made me feel like I was being interrogated

"He looked like Castiel okay?" I replied defeated, putting the plate back in the cupboard.

"Like Castiel, the Angel?" Sam frowned.

"Do you know of any other Castiels?" I said sarcastically, well this was going great. Sam would think that I was a stalker or something and kick me out of the bunker before our conversation even finished.

Sam gazed thoughtfully into space, his face crinkled slightly when he was in deep concentration I soon discovered. "When Dean was taken by a Djinn, he saw things from the outside world in his dream state. Maybe that's what you saw." He said. He was just trying to be helpful but I knew in my gut that that wasn't why this was happening.

I shook my head, "No, I don't think it was the same, he wasn't just flashes. He was there in my life, walking and talking and doing all the things that any other person in Djinnland and the real world do."

"You think you've seen Castiel before? Maybe before you were taken and that's what you were seeing?" Sam asked me.

I sighed, "If only I could remember and the mystery would be solved."

"So wait." Sam said looking at me in a strange way. "So he walked and talked like a normal person, and he was your boyfriend. Did you ever…?" My eyes widened and I slapped him with the dish towel.

"We- It wasn't real- I- Don't ask stupid questions!" I yelled flustered. Sam gave me a huge grin and he looked like a dog with a bone.

"YOU DID!" He shouted gleefully, cackling with laughter. "How was it?" He asked me mischievously.

"I'm not going to tell you!" I said incredulously, "Because A, We've only just met and I am not friends with you enough to start talking about my sex life with you and B it didn't even happen! It wasn't really him!"

"Aww come on, not the specifics that would be creepy! Just some general speculations, I'm almost the only one here who hasn't done it with an angel, please?" He teased giving me the puppy dog eyes Dean told me he was famous for.

"NO!" I yelled, but I was laughing too. I realised that Sam really didn't want to know, he just wanted to distract himself and me from the craziness that was his life and now mine too. "You keep dreaming mister!" He batted his eyelids and I gave in just a little. "It was very….. Good." I consented quietly. He roared with laughter and doubled over clutching his stomach. I started to giggle too and pretty soon we were both sitting on the ground with our backs leaned against the counter chuckling.

Sam wiped the tears from his face as he smiled at me "That is just the best, Dean will have a fit and Castiel-"

"Don't tell him!" I practically screeched. I swatted him with the dish cloth and gave him a serious glare.

"Fine!" Sam wheezed, "But it would be freaking hilarious…" He trailed off and began coughing violently. I handed him a tissue and it came back tinged pink.

"Sam are you-?" I began but the door burst open and Dean stormed in.

"Sam what are you doing out of bed! Get your ass back to your room now!" Dean yelled. The smile died from Sam's face and he shuffled out the door in silence, turning to me red faced, Dean looked ready to kill.

"I explained to you how he was, and I find you using his strength up making you breakfast and coughing up a lung while you just stand there?" Dean roared.

"First of all, the only strength Sam used up was the stuff he wanted to burn. I never made him do anything he didn't want to do and until you showed up we were actually having a little thing called fun, which I don't think he has had in a while. And second, I would never repay the kindness you've shown me by letting your little brother die coughing up blood on the floor." I gave him a challenging stare. Dean backed down a little as my grey eyes met his green ones.

He was silent for a while. "There are clothes for you in your room; I found some stuff that Charlie left behind." He said quietly, "And um, there are towels and stuff so you can have a shower."

I walked passed him in silence. "I know you care about him Dean any idiot can see that, he is your brother and you love him. But he decided to do these trials and if it's his last days on earth, would you rather he felt miserable or glad at the life he left behind?" I asked him, my back still to him. I was answered with silence so I closed the door to my room with a soft click.


I came out of my room with clean hair and fresh clothes. The jeans were a little worse for wear, the hot pink shirt wasn't my colour and Castiel's trench coat was still too big but besides that I was fine. I would go shopping as soon as I figured out my money situation and whether or not Dean was going to kick me out.

I walked into the living room of the bunker to find Dean watching a hospital soap opera and Sam poured over a book in the enjoining library. "Guilty pleasure?" I asked, smiling wryly.

Dean jumped and turned off the TV hastily. "Uh something like that." He answered back before picking up his empty mug and heading back towards the kitchen. I sighed, I was just burning bridges wherever I went.

"Your brother officially hates me." I said mournfully as I took a seat opposite Sam. "And we were getting on so well."

Sam gave me a reassuring smile. "Dean's just a little on edge with the whole trial situation, plus you're new and we really don't know anything about you, so I guess tense is the word I would use."

"I think I've figured a way to fix that." I said pulling the laptop sitting on the table next to him and clicked on the internet. I pulled up the website of the bank I used in Djinnland and typed in the numbers and information I usually would. My savings account popped up and I raised my hand for a high five that Sam kindly answered. "Jackpot!" I clapped happily and began searching through all the linked accounts.

Sam moved to my side of the table and began reading the screen over my shoulder. "Your name is Bethany Malakh and your twenty-eight. You don't have a home address, but look you have a P.O. Box." He pointed at the words on the screen, "Somewhere called Angels Camp in California, sound familiar?"

I shook my head and kept scrolling down, "Not in the slightest." I stopped when I reached the total amount of all my accounts. "Holy shit that's a lot of zeroes!" I exclaimed.

"What were you Bethany, a drug dealer?" Sam joked, as I held my hand out for his cell phone. He handed it to me and I began punching in the numbers for the bank.

Hello this is customer services, my name is Candice, how can I help you today?

"Hi Candace, my name is Bethany. My son, Jake, managed to cut up my bank card by accident, he is two and such a little trouble maker!" I exclaimed, slipping into a thick southern accent to conceal my identity, I felt like James Bond.

I have a five year old, let me tell you it doesn't get easier! Now I'm guessing you're going to want a new card then?

"Yes please." I said cheerfully. "What do I need to do to make that happen?"

We just need your account details, you need to answer a few security questions and then we'll send it to the address we have on file.

"Sure thing, Candice, fire away!" I joked, Sam gave me a strange look and opened his mouth to comment but I pressed my fingers to my lips to remind him to be quiet. A few minutes later I had a card being sent to my P.O. Box and a kind goodbye from Candice.

"And that my friends, is how you earn a hell of a lot of money in less than sixty minutes, two days and I will be rolling in Benjamins!" I crowed, glad I finally could find a way to contribute. I wouldn't be able to fight monsters just yet, and my knowledge was kind of moot with this massive library. But money made the world go 'round I had a feeling the brothers didn't have a lot to spare. As long as I had a piece on the board, I didn't mind being the bank too.

Sam rolled his eyes, "What was with the fake accent?"

A goofy grin spread across my face. "I don't know, I felt real secret agent though." I shrugged, "What can I say, I'm a nerd."

"Somebody say Benjamins?" Dean asked walking into the room from the kitchen. He held a red plate with a pie of pecan pie, it looked really good.

"Apparently I'm rich!" I smiled. I then shot him my best puppy dog look and batted my eyelashes. "Deeeaaaaannnn…" I began.

"What do you need?" He sighed, putting his pie down sadly.

"Either a ride or a car." I told him, "Just to go get my bank card, and then I'll be right back." I said quickly, I had my fingers crossed. I watched his face morph as he considered my request.

"You can go," He conceded and I squealed in delight, I jumped up and gave him a hug then turned back to the table and grabbed the trench coat lying on the back of my chair. "On two conditions." I frowned, but nodded my head for him to continue with outlining my restrictions. "First of all, drive straight there, get your card and walk the hell outta that town, be back in a week or I'll come hunt your ass down." That seemed fair enough so I tilted my head in consent.

"And second of all? Don't talk to strangers? Get you more pie?" I asked jokingly.

Dean softened into a smile "Stay safe." I raised my eyebrows at his sudden show of friendship. "But the stranger danger thing is good and more pie is the way to a certain man's heart." He added smiling.

I gave Sam a hug "So do I get to drive the Impala?" I asked, Sam looked down at me in alarm and his eyes went as round as saucers. 'You should not have said that!' He mouthed. I turned to Dean and bit my lip. He was looking at me like I had rolled in ectoplasm.

"No way in hell."


Dean led me to the bunker's garage and threw his arms out wide. "This is our fine collection," I was impressed, I knew a thing or two about cars and it looked like they had a good amount of decent metal. Dean smirked and then pointed, "You get that one."

It was a rusted old Prius that looked like it was about to fall apart. Somehow I think I was at the butt end of a joke. But I decided to play along and maybe just maybe, thinking about all those zeros, I would come back with something slightly more respectable. "Thanks Dean I appreciate this." I said, giving the tough hunter another hug.

"Here is your spending allowance." He said handing me two hundred dollars, "The car has gas and here are the fake ids I made for you earlier." He handed me a pile of leather and an old flip phone. "The phone has Sam and my numbers on speed dial, twenty bucks of credit so no Facebook." He joked as I shoved it in my pocket.

I handed him the trench coat, "Tell Castiel I appreciated the coat." Dean then shrugged off his blue jacket and handed it to me. "And thanks for this." I gestured to the car, the money and the jacket. It really was sweet of him to do this, especially someone he didn't know that well.

"No chick flick moments, go get your treasure chest of cash and my pie." He ordered, but I could see him trying not to smile.

"ROADTRIP!" I yelled excitedly as I jumped into the car and started the engine. Dean rolled his eyes and waved as I drove out of garage and into the big wide world.


A/N: So this is the second chapter! Please, please, please don't be afraid to review or message me and tell me what you think! The favourite button is your friend. As is the little keys with letters on them on your keyboard. Anyway I guess I'll see you next week! :)

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