Tegan P.O.V.
Shoot, I woke up even later than normal. I rushed around getting ready, before rushing upstairs to get breakfast. Everyone was already outside waiting for me as I rushed and grabbed my backpack. I was about to run out the door when I remembered my math assignment was downstairs, so I hurried and ran down the stairs as I heard the door opening.
"Tegan, hurry up! We're going to be late!" I heard Kathy yell, "Tegan, Mitch has a meeting with a teacher, come on!"
"Just a minute!" I yelled back as I grabbed my homework off of Kathy's desk. But before I could stuff it in my backpack I heard a kind of weird whooshing sound. I quickly put it in my backpack and turned around as Kathy yelled again.
"Fine, whatever. I'll be in the car, if you're not out in 2 minutes, we're leaving without you!"
"Yeah, okay." I replied not really paying attention, because right in front of me was a orange, glowing line crackling vertically in the air. It looked really familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it, in fact I couldn't really think at all. But the one thing I could think about was how it was blocking the way out of the room. I had a very strong feeling that I really shouldn't touch it.
"What the freak do I do?" I whispered to myself. I could've tried and go around it and risk touching it, or stay in my room until it disappeared . Maybe I could've called the babysitter Jane, that was supposed to be there in a few minutes anyways, but could she do? None of it made any sense, there was no scientific reason for what was happening.
Biting my lip, I decided that I must've been imagining it because of sleep deprivation so I made up my mind to go around it. Taking a deep breath, I carefully started to inch my way around it.
Just when as I was passing it, I tripped over my shoelace. I screamed as I fell forward right into it. There was a bright flash of light before it turned it turned pitch black as I kept falling. Then there was a small flicker of light that slowly got brighter until I landed on some cold ground. I gasped as I felt a horrible pain shoot through my left shoulder.
I groaned as I rolled on to my back, clenching my eyes shut. It was significantly colder wherever I was than it was in my room. I took deep breaths as I slowly sat up trying to take in my surroundings.
I could hear some people shouting and I could smell smoke. I rubbed my eyes as I looked around.
I was on the front lawn of a burning apartment building. There were firemen and flashing lights that were the only source of light in the dark of the night. I grasped my shoulder as I slowly got up. A few feet away was my backpack and one of my shoes that fell off. I gingerly picked them up with my good arm. I held my shoe as I slowly stumbled over to a police man that was off to the side.
"Uh, excuse me, sir?" I asked quietly from behind him. He turned around quickly and looked over me.
"Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you to get back." He pointed to where a bunch of people were standing and watch.
"Um, yeah, yeah. I just, uh, I just have a question," he looked at me as I paused, "where are we?" He gave me a strange look before he answered.
"Stanford, California. Now please, go watch over there."
"Yeah, yeah, sorry, I'm sorry." I mumbled as I started on my way over there. My head was pounding from where it hit the ground and my shoulder was throbbing. I pulled out my phone and groaned when I saw that I had no service.
I looked up to see where I was and if there was anybody that could help. A few yards away from me was a very familiar car. I slowly walked up to the sleek '67 Chevy Impala before I noticed two figures leaning up against it.
"Um, hey, uh, excuse me. Do either of you have a phone I could use…" My voice trailed off as they looked over at me. It was freaking Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles, although they are looked a bit weird, like they were a lot younger.
"What?" Jensen said, his voice a lot higher pitch than normal.
"Sorry, uh, do you have a phone that I could borrow, I don't have any service." I held up my phone to emphasize my point.
"You call that phone?" He laughed as he pulled out a flip phone.
"Uh, yeah, thanks. Is he okay?" I took the phone from his hand and pointed at Jared who had stayed silent and broody.
"Him? Oh, yeah, my brother's girlfriend got caught in the fire." He whispered under his breath.
"Oh no, really, is Gen okay?" I panicked.
"Gen?"
"Isn't that his- wait did you say he was your brother?"
"Uh, Yeah, I'm Dean Winchester and that's my brother, Sam." I laughed and he gave me a weird look. "Do you have some sorta problem?"
"I'm sorry, I must've just hit my head a lot harder than thought."
"What do you mean?" Jared or 'Sam' actually looked over when 'Dean' made this comment.
"Sam and Dean Winchester aren't real." I shook my head as I looked away from them. "Monsters aren't real, angels and demons and all of that crap isn't real. Hunters aren't real, and Sam and Dean Winchester certainly aren't real." My voice got quieter as I looked at the fire.
"You're crazy, lady. Can I have my phone back?" Dean stretched out his hand.
"Hold on, you said that his girlfriend got caught in the fire, you mean Jess, right?" Suddenly it hit me we're I saw the orange thing before; it was there when Jack was born.
"How do you know that, who are you?" Sam stood up straighter.
"If Jess just died, that means that this is, like, 2005, right?" I handed back the phone as I turned around to face them again.
"Of course it is." Dean spoke up as he roughly took back his phone.
"That means you're still looking for your dad and you just finished the woman-in-white case." Just then I was pushed up against the impala by Dean. I let out a squeak in pain as he grabbed my shoulder, but he ignored it and held me there.
"Alright kid, I'm only going to ask you once. Who are you, and how do you know what we do? Are some kind of monster or somethin'?"
"No, no, I'm human, I'm human, I swear! My name is Tegan Murdoch, and I-I-I," I took a deep breath and remembered how Dean reacted in the French Mistake when he found out. "It's a really long story, and I don't really know how to explain it."
"Well you better find a way." Dean growled. He seemed a lot less intimidating then 2018 Dean, but man, he was still scary.
"The easiest way that I can explain is that I think I'm from another universe where you guys aren't real and you're stories. When I woke up this morning, it was Tuesday April 10th, 2018."
"You really are crazy." Sam said.
"No wait, I can prove it, if you just, uh, let go for a second." Dean was hesitant been eventually let me go. "This is the iPhone 6 that took me the entire summer to save up for." I showed off my phone and the touch screen. "I got my license last year and it has the date on in." I said and I put my backpack on the ground and pulled out my magical beasts wallet, before handing it over.
"I was born on September 25th, 2000, it says it right there." I pointed it out to them. "That's my first name, Cassiopeia. See, I'm not crazy. Obama is the next president, Trump's after that. There's some kinda financial crisis in… 2008. Uh, 2016 is just absolute crap. Disney owns Marvel and Star Wars. Oh, there are new Star Wars movies. A bunch of awesome people die, like David Bowie and Prince. Social media is everywhere, like facebook and youtube. Uh, I really don't know what else I could say."
"This is insane." Dean mumbled as he passed my license to Sam.
"So say you really are who you say you are," Sam looked down at my license, "how did you get here in the first place?" He looked up with subtle anger in his face, which was understandable, because Jess died.
"Um, well that's kinda harder to explain and I don't know actually know the full story. What I know is that in the future a nephilim will be born, and he'll have the power to open rifts between worlds, and I'm, like, 99% sure he's the one who did it. I don't know how one ended up in my room or out here. I didn't mean to touch it, I just sorta fell and I landed over there and hurt my shoulder pretty bad." I pointed to where I land just a little bit ago as my voice waivered. Dean look at my shoulder, which was sticking out at a weird angle.
"It looks like you just dislocated it, I could help you with that." He said.
"Are you sure?" I hesitated even though I knew he was more than capable to help.
"Yeah, here." He put his hands on my shoulder and started counting, but he shoved my shoulder up painfully when he got to 2.
"Freak, that hurts!" I yelped as I clutched it.
"What's a nephilim?" Sam piped up.
"It's a, um, it's the child of an angel and a human."
"But angels aren't real."
"If there is a hell, then there's a heaven too. Angels rarely come down to earth, they're too busy running heaven and keep the souls there happy after God left and all."
"God left? How do you know so much about them?"
"Uh yeah, he left and so did couple angels too. I actually know a lot about a lot of different supernatural things. Like I said, where I'm from, you guys are like legends and I just have a good memory sometimes. Like with a vamp, you cut off it's head, or with a werewolf you put silver through heart, or things like that." I picked at the sleeves of my light grey jacket as I sped through my words and rambled on. "I'm sorry, I'm freaking out, none of this is supposed to be real, it's-it's just freaking story. And I'm sorry." I started to hyperventilate.
"Hey, kid, calm down, just calm down." Dean awkwardly said as he patted my good shoulder hesitantly.
"Why should we trust you?" Sam said quietly.
"Well, I mean, uh, you-you probably shouldn't. I mean, in your line of work, it's probably not smart to really, to really trust anyone. And I mean it, anyone could be your enemy, especially people that you really think that you can trust." I stammered thinking about Ruby.
"Okay… Well, she's got a point." Dean mumbled to Sam. "What the hell are we supposed to do, Sammy?"
"I don't know." He shrugged.
"I could, I could help you guys if you want, ya know, like with research and things. Like I said, I kinda know some things about monsters and some helpful stuff."
"Dean." Sam whispered and nodded his head in a different direction. I watched as they went a few feet away and started bickering with themselves. My head pounded as I tried to rap my mind around what was really happening. It felt like a really bizarre dream. It made me think that maybe I was still in bed and suddenly Kathy would wake me up and tell me that I was late.
"Okay kiddo, do you know what you're getting yourself into?" Dean said.
"Yeah, yeah, I know, but I don't really know what else to do. I mean, I don't think I have really have any other option, I can't go find my family because I'm supposed to be, uh, 4 or 5 now. Wow, that's kinda freaky. But, um, yeah, I do."
"Alright, I guess you can come with us, kid."
"Really?"
"Yeah, just get in the car before I change mind."
"Thank you, a lot."
"Alright, well we have work to do."