Ashi: -Yawns- Geeze, I think I might be growing again….

Aschlyn: What does that have to do with the next chapter at all? No really, what?

Ashi: Nothing….it just explains why I've been so tired lately. Well, besides that- Roland?

Roland: Since Vincent is still unconscious until the start of this chapter, Castiel will be saying the disclaimer.

Ashi: Wha- no, he doesn't come in for a while! Don't let him-

Castiel: Supernatural does not belong to Danielle, nor does she own any references she may make in this fanfiction.

Ashi: Damn it Cas, don't say my real name out loud! Just enjoy the new chapter!


5/16/2008 ← 3/9/2013

Tip on Surviving the world #2 (2008):
Stay silent and observe your surroundings; this helps especially if you've been captured and/or incapacitated in a bed.


Not good, everything hurts, a freaking lot.

My back burned, my throat felt raw and my stomach felt like I went twelve rounds with Mike Tyson. I shifted and groaned again when I heard two people talking and I tried not to visibly tense. Who were they? Where they going to finish the job or something? No….what would be the reasoning to do that if they have me in a badly springed bed and a scratchy blanket? Whatever it is, I rather take it while I'm awake.

Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw the ceiling, which looked like it was cracking a bit. That, and everything was extremely bright and that bothered me a lot. Yeah….turn off those damn lights.

"Hey kid, you hangin' in there?" I heard someone ask as I tried to push myself up, only to groan in pain again.

"I'd...prefer if it wasn't...so damn bright..." I mumbled and clenched my teeth so that I wouldn't cry out in pain. AGAIN.

The person obliged and I looked up in surprise when I reconised the old grizzled hunter, Bobby Singer standing right above me. H-Holy hiphuggers Batman, this wasn't a vivid dream at all!

"Aw son of a-" I growled out as I flopped back onto the bed on my back, which I deeply regretted when a deep shock of pain shot of my stomach and through my back.

"Looks like you've finally decided to join the world of the living again, kid. You look like you went several rounds with a wendigo before a hellhound sliced your back into swiss cheese." Bobby said and I groaned again.

A unintententional Bleach refrence along with telling me about a flesh-eating monster proves how much irony works. My choice of words- "Fuck, it makes me feel like shit!" I yelled horasely into the musky smelling pillow and coughed violently as well.

"Good to know; you were worse five days ago." Bobby responded and my head shot up from the pillow.

"Five days ago?! It couldn't had bee-!" I started before gasping for air and coughing again.

"I said you WERE worse five days ago. Don't ruin all that hard work just to relapse, idijt." He said and I laid there silently with a dumbfounded look on my face. Hearing him say it like that make you feel akaward...

"Anyway, what the hell were you doin' bleeding out in the street, especially seeing as how you didn't show any signs of demonic possession, Vincent Divino?" Bobby continued and I looked at him in surprise.

How did he know my- oh he's holding my vintage orange wallet that's why.

"That's what I'd like to know. Getting slashed by a murderous dog while dressed as Albert Wesker doesn't make things feel better. He's from a video game if you want to know." I responded with a scowl on my face. Don't want to be confused for a shapeshifter- oh for binks sake, I'm a nerd!

After I said that, the door opened and closed and I looked up again to see Sam Winchester. I would've made a crack about his height if he didn't have that misreable puppy-dog eyed look on his face. It's been five days since Dean died, huh? Guess for him, it only feels like yesterday.

"...Are you okay?" Sam asked softly and I flinched at the brokenness of how he sounded.

Call me a damn wimp, but I have angrocousticphobia- the fear of being yelled out in a negative way I guess. Angro as you know is short for anger, and acoustic is short for sounds. I realized this when my parents divorced almost nine years ago. Pretty much, if someone starts yelling, I rather use my fists at that point.

"Yeah...uh, yeah. I'm fine." I said somewhat huskily and looked away; though feeling Sam's eyes on me. "You...uh looks like you haven't slept for a while." I finished and tensed to grab the pillow in order to cover my ears.

"The kid's right, you should probably get some rest before ya pass out." Bobby said and Sam shook his head tiredly. He was too damn stubborn to take the guy's advice.

"Uh...hey. If its not too much trouble, could you tell me what year it is?...and please get me a glass of water?" I asked while looking at the two hunters.

"It's 2008, why do you ask?" He responded and helped me up to lean on my right side.

"Wait, what? No no no, this can't be right. I did not just get thrown five years into the past just because some punk-ass crossroads demon who thinks he's the king of hell wants to have his fun with me. No, he's probably just screwing with my mind and I fell asleep on the toilet while my mom waits for me in a event room..." I mumbled as my eyes widened and began to feel lightheaded.

"Kid? Hey, Vincent, snap out of it! Vincent!" I heard someone call out for me as my body shook and I snapped back into...reality.

"This...is the biggest amount of bullshit...THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO ME!" I yelled out in pure, unadulterated anger. Taking the Falful's minion's quote, "I. have FURY."

"Calm down you idijt! Getting mad about it isn't going to get you anywhere! Now what's this about a crossroads demon and time travelling?" Bobby growled out and then asked.

I completated telling him everything, but like it was mentioned before- its only been five days and I don't want a bullet put through my head. I told him everything except for mentioning Sam, Dean, and Ruby in the sentence and the whole changing history thing. Pretty much, I told him about the cosplay, the questions, and the hellhounds.

"Wait, besides that- you never even told me your names. While I like it when my kidneys aren't spilling out of my body, I don't like being in the presence of strangers. And why take me here instead of dropping me off at the hospital?" I asked with semi-confusion. I knew who they are, but I said before, don't want to be shot or stabbed.

"Bobby Singer. The main reason would be explaining how a kid your age would be walking around with medical information that belongs to the same Vincent Divino; especially when the kid is supposed to be eleven living in Lithonia, Georgia instead of fifteen year old dressed like he belongs in a biker gang." Bobby said and I blinked slowly.

"Alonss-y then..." I mumbled and looked to the side. And hey, I don't look like I belong in a biker gang!

"Bobby...I-Its time to..." Sam started before choking up slightly. "...I'll go wait in the car..." He finished with his shoulders slumped and closed the door.

I looked at his retreating back with slight shock, but never pity. It would be an insult to pity someone. Bobby stood silently at my side before sighing in defeat and mumbling something under his breath with a undertone of sorrow to it.

"Sam and I have something...personal to take care of. Don't move too much or you'll jar your rounds. We'll be back in a while." He finally said after a while and I nodded.

"...Alright." I said and Bobby left a bottle of water by the bedside and checked the salt lines before leaving and locking the door.

They must be going to bury Dean...that look on Sam's face still haunted my thoughts and I shifted in the bed, hissing slightly in pain. So, just what the hell am I going to do now that I'm here? It was then that I remembered what I said to Crowley; I would prevent Sam from slipping so far that he would kill Lilith by using his powers.

"Yeah, that's if they trust me with the whole 'stab, stab, stab' things..." I mumbled and reached over slowly to grab the bottle of water, untwisted the cap and remedying my parched throat.

For now, I better just catch some sleep for now...and in a few moments, I was asleep.


Urgh, I finally finished chapter 2 and season 7 of Supernatural! ARGHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Sorry for freaking out, I can't find season 8 at all, but beware for chapter 3 for AAiaSH- for it has a lot of gore. Anyway, this is DHAshi, ja ku ne!