"Ooh, child, things are gonna get easier…"
Mary smiled and closed her eyes, lightly swaying to the music playing serenely in the car. She wasn't a huge fan of the mainstream music from this world, but the oldies station was great. Her brother, next to her in the driver's seat, watched his sister sing along to the song, but kept his eyes mostly on the road.
"Ooh, child, things are gonna get brighter…"
Bobby couldn't help but admire how fast Mary adapted to their confusing and scary situation. They were in a completely new world, but she was still singing and swaying like everything was normal. It felt like everything was normal. If he forgot about the mirror, shifting dimensions, and that hunt in general, it looked like they were just driving down a country highway. The skies were clear and sunny, the trees and forest a vibrant green. It was peaceful, and it felt like they were driving down their own world's country road, heading to whatever hunt they had next.
They were in an alternate universe, strangers to this world, and they seemed to forget about it within an hour. A true testament to how messed up this family is.
They were on the road for at least three hours. They didn't know where the hell they were, so they had to pull over into the nearest gas station. They bought a map, snacks, drinks, and filled the gas tank up. Mary bought a first aid kit and made quick work of cleaning, and patching the wound up. It was good that the currency here was the same in their dimension, which was only another similarity this world had. Bobby made quick work of ordering new I.D's, credit cards, and passports for them. He wasn't sure when they would be able to get home, but until then, they had to be ready for anything.
"Look," Mary says, showing him a kit kat bar, "It doesn't have the dash inbetween the 'kit' and the 'kat'."
"That's so weird."
"Subtle differences in this world… Fascinating…" she put the chocolate bar down and followed her brother out the gas station. A few minutes later, they were back on the road.
Eventually, the long journey took its toll on Bobby. Mary and Bobby switched places, and then it was the blond girl who was driving them to their destination, while Bobby took a nap in the passenger's seat. It was a quiet night; the stars glittered brilliantly in the deep black sky, the moon a full disc.
"Mary?" Bobby's voice was quiet, and tired.
"Yeah?"
"Are you sure you don't have a spell, or anything to get us back?"
Mary sighed, and shook her head, "I'm a witch, Bobby. Not a magician. I can't open a portal to another universe; that would take an immense amount of energy, not to mention it'll cause a gash in the space time continuum."
"Okay, Doctor Who."
"I'm serious," she hissed in annoyance, she hated when Bobby used that sarcastic tone with her, "We don't know what forces were messed with to get us here. Whether it was cosmic or magical. We have a lot to figure out."
"I get it, I do," Bobby assured her, sitting up to pat his sister on the shoulder, "I just, I hate being out of reach from our friends. Nora's probably worried out her mind."
"Yeah, she probably is," she replied vaguely, her mind on her brunet best friend.
Bobby was giving her a mischievous smirk, "You looooove her," he says in a teasing tone.
"I DON'T!" Mary shouts a bit too loudly, she could feel her cheeks getting warm, "Shut up. It's gonna be a few more hours before we get there."
Bobby was still chuckling, "Whatever you say, sis."
It was another four hours of driving; Mary behind the wheel and Bobby asleep next to her. At last, they drove up the gravel driveway that lead to the bunker's garage. Instead of using their key, they left the car in the forest, hidden from the street's view underneath the leaves of surrounding trees. They left the enchanted mirror in the bed of the truck, and Mary murmured a spell that would make the truck impossible to look at directly. Someone might see it out the corner of their eyes, but the moment they'd turn to look at it, it will be gone. Being a witch has its perks, definitely.
Once they were out of the truck and walking up the road towards the entrance, Mary checked her gun. She didn't have much ammo left; she had three regular bullets and two silver bullets. Bobby didn't have much either, but their combat skills were enough to protect themselves they hoped. They weren't sure what'd they be walking into, and being prepared was the best they could do.
Mary dug out the key from her back pocket, and pushed it into its hole. She was surprised that it fit; let alone opened the door for them. Different dimensions or not, the men of letters had the same exact setup that they had back home. It was eerie.
Bracing themselves, they pushed their way into their home.
It looked different from the last time they saw it. Of course it was different, but, also messier. It looked like someone ransacked the place, and left a mess behind them. Did the alternate versions of themselves didn't know how to clean? Bobby kicked a stray book out their way as they got to the bottom of the staircase, nearing the corridor that lead to the library/dining hall.
Suddenly, there was a bright flash of light; it forced Bobby and Mary to turn away for a second, as the bright white light filled the room and nearly blinded them. Once the light was gone, they opened their eyes to see a tall woman brandishing a gun at them. She looked moderately surprised, but schooled her expression back to neutral.
"You're not the angel or Sam Winchester," was that a British accent? Oh no.
"Let me guess, you're from the British Men of Letters," Mary didn't appear that impressed, and that seemed to piss the lady off more.
"You have me at a disadvantage," she says through gritted teeth, still pointing her pistol at them, "I don't know who you two are. You're just children."
"Are you saying that to taunt us or to console yourself?" Bobby asks, his tone bored.
"Who the hell are you?" she demands, "ANSWER ME, NOW!"
Mary and Bobby glanced at each other; they've dealt with the Men of Letters before, in their own world. Those british jackasses killed a lot of people that they cared about, and they weren't exactly feeling merciful in this moment. In their world, Mary was pretty sure this girl's name was Toni.
"Toni, right?" the blond asks, a smirk on her expression, "Honey, we're out of your league. I suggest you high tail it out of here before I lose my patience."
"You smart mouthed little brat!" Toni raged, not hesitating to pull the trigger; aimed for the girl's skull. These kids weren't a part of her plan; she didn't care whether they lived or died.
Mary lifted a hand; her eyes glowing a bright, purple light. The bullet slowed down to a full stop right before her forehead; before falling to the ground, making a clinking noise upon impact. Toni stared at her with her mouth agape, frozen in shock before she righted herself.
"Powerful little witch bitch, are you?" she tucked away her gun, "No matter, I'll just kill you with my bare hands."
"I wouldn't get my hopes up if I were you," Bobby says, "We've dealt with you Brits before, and we'll do it again, gladly."
It was two against one; Mary was liking her chances but that didn't mean she was going to let her guard down. The woman came charging at her, but Mary dodged her and gave her a kick to her spine. She tumbled over, but quickly got to her feet and pulled out her gun again. She aimed for Bobby this time, and pulled the trigger three times. Mary stepped protectively in front of her brother, raising a hand and fully stopping the bullets. Instead of letting them drop uselessly to the ground this time, she turned them around in midair and sent them flying back towards Toni, as fast as a regular gunshot would go.
Toni's eyes widen in horror before the bullets hit her; striking her in the forehead, the chest, and the neck. She collapses to the ground; blood pooling around her body.
"Nice job, sis," Bobby praises her, patting her on top of the head. Mary smiles at him before padding over to Toni's fallen body; curiosity making her kneel next to her and inspect her. She was definitely dead, but why was she in the bunker in the first place?"
"Do you think the alternate versions of ourselves are allies with the British men of letters?" she asks, standing back up and leaning against the large map table.
"Doubt it, she said she was looking for Sam Winchester and the angel; we can only assume the 'angel' is Cas," Bobby replies.
"That's true… So, if Uncle Sam's alive in this world, do you think maybe…?"
"I told you Mary, this world is not ours!" Bobby suddenly burst out in anger, catching his little sister off guard but she didn't flinch or wince as he continued, "He's not our uncle here, and neither is our father, if he's even around in this world! What, do you want to replace him?"
"Bobby—"
"NOBODY could replace our dad; I don't care if there is an alternate version of him somewhere in this world!"
"Bobby!" Mary shouted; cutting off her older brother's tirade, "I'm sorry, okay? I know how much dad's death affected you; it hurt like hell for both of us. I just…" her eyes suddenly got full of tears, and Bobby was overcome with the urge to comfort his sister. She waved him off though, and took a few moments to wipe away the tears and steady her voice, "I just wanna see him again, that's all. Even if he's not our father."
Bobby sighed deeply, "I guess I understand. Just… Don't try and replace him, alright?"
"Alright."
"Who the hell are you two?"
Both twin's heads turned to see a tall, familiar brunet with another familiar, dark haired male next to him. They were at the bottom of the steps, staring at them with equally curious looks. Both siblings' breath hitched in their throats; instantly recognizing Sam Winchester and Castiel. Looks like they were right; there really was alternate versions of their fathers here. Maybe there were alternate versions of their mothers as well.
Sam looked down at the mess that was Toni, before returning his gaze to the two teens in front of him, his expression apprehensive yet curious. Castiel was staring at them in a different sort of way; blue eyes wide with shock and jaw slack. He probably figured it out already; he was an angel, after all.
"Uh…" Mary started awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck sheepishly, "We can explain…?"
