Time travelling sucks. Its not cool or fun. It sucks. I'm stood at the side of the road chucking my guts up and absolutely no clue where I am. I know I'm in 2018, or I better be. It'd be so awkward if not. I need to hitch a ride to the nearest town. I may be 18 but I grew up knowing how to protect myself so If I happen to get picked up by the local weirdo, then I'm good.
I'm small in height and frame, 160cm tall and 110lbs soaking wet. But, I use that to my advantage, the monsters don't expect me. I'm the last surprise they see before I cut their head clean off. I look innocent and young too, I have long, dirty blonde hair and the brightest blue eyes. My dad used to say they were like swimming pools, the bluest blue he had ever seen and that looking into them relaxed him.
I can hear a car approaching. Here it goes. An old beat up banger pulls up next to me. Great. As I look inside, I see an elderly gent and his wife smiling at me. Their faces are kind and their smiles genuine. I'm immediately relaxed. I smile back at them.
"Hello." I say warmly. "Would you mind telling me where I am?"
"You're in South Dakota, dear. Are you alright?" The wife seems nice.
"Oh, do you know how long it takes to get to Lebanon, Kansas?" I enquire.
"Around 6-8 hours, depending on how you travel. We could take you to the bus station." The lady smiles again.
"Would you mind? I can give you some cash for your troubles." I offered but they both shake their heads.
"No need for that, dear. Hop in, My name is Betty and this old fart is Earl." She shoves a thumbs towards her husband, who I can see is laughing quietly.
"Nice to meet you, pet. Ignore the missus, she loves me really." Earl says with a smile as I climb in the car.
"I'm Savannah. I really appreciate the help, thank you."
I settle into the backseat. So far, so good. I'm still wary though, knowing my luck, these guys will be human-eating monsters luring me to my death. And I'd have to kill them. That'd suck, first 24 hours in 2018 and I had to kill monsters already.
We travel for nearly an hour when Earl pulls into the bus station. Huh, not monsters then. I try to offer money again but Betty tuts at me. Instead, she hands me a sandwich and tells me to eat because I'm too small. I laugh and smile, my first meeting with people in 2018 has gone well. They wish me luck and carry on with their journey.
The lady at the ticket office isn't as warm and friendly. She looks like she'd rather be anywhere else. She rolls her eyes when I ask for a one-way ticket to Kansas and pay in cash. I suppose she thinks I'm a runaway. I'm not running away though, I'm running to.
The bus journey goes by quickly, the creepy guy who tried to sit next to me soon moved when he caught an accidental glimpse of my gun. I even managed to sleep and eat when we stopped in a small town to stretch our legs.
I jump off the bus, grab my bag and ask for directions. I figure about an hours walk, it'll be nice to after being cramped up on the bus all day. Its getting dark though, I need to keep my wits about me. I know what monsters lurk in the dark. My knife is in my bag and my gun is in the back of my jeans. Lets roll.
I've walked for about half an hour, my feet hurt, I'm tired and hungry and its pitch black. Almost there though, I'm pretty sure something is following me or I'm paranoid. Who am I kidding? Of course something is following me, part of the day job. I stop and place my bag down and take my knife out. I look around and suddenly hear the unmistakeable sound of a werewolf growl. I grab my gun and thank God I thought to load it with silver bullets. He jumps at me and knocks the gun clean from my hand. Damn it. I take a swing with my knife and catch his shoulder, it makes him stumble but only for a minute. He lunges for again and I use all my strength to stop him chomping on me or ripping my heart out.
Suddenly, I hear the rumble of a '67 Impala and then the screeching of tyres. I hear a gun click and then I'm soaked in brains and blood as a silver bullet goes straight through the werewolf's head. I push the body off me and jump up, knife at the ready. I look at my rescuers and see a gun facing me. I sigh and lower my own weapon.
"Who the hell are you?" says the voice of Dean Winchester.
"Put the gun down. I'm a hunter. We're on the same side." I resist all temptation to roll my eyes.
"Dean, put the gun down." Sam Winchester says to his brother, before looking at me. " Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." I sigh, this wasn't my first rodeo.
"My brother isn't great with strangers. You'll have to excuse him." Sam smiles.
"No kidding." I take a deep breath. "My name is Savannah. I was on my way to your bunker when dickwad there attacked me."
"And why would you be on your way to there? Or even know where it is for that matter?" Dean asks, he has serious trust issues.
"Because I need your help saving my family. Because I've been there before, in the future. In the year 2040."
