Chapter 2

Hello, lovelies!

I'm back with a chapter 2!!! Yep, I'm committing (finally) to try and update sooner with my stories!!! I'll try to pump out a couple of chapters a month, eh?

Anyways, I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL (no matter how much I want to) I ONLY OWN MY OC.

Enjoy!

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I woke up with the biggest headache of the century. I opened my eyes to find moderate darkness, and a gun in my face.

Squeaking, I tried to scramble away, only to find I was handcuffed. To a bed. To make things worse, it wasn't even comfortable.

I looked up at my captor, and just about fainted. No. No. It couldn't be. He wasn't real. Yet there he was sitting there in all of his amazing Bobby Singer glory, pointing a gun at me.

"Holy shit." If my hands had been free, I would have facepalmed. Really, Eden? I meet one of my heroes, and the first thing I say is 'holy shit.' At least it wasn't worse. "I-I mean, what the- how? You're not real? What happened?" It was then I was hit with an epiphany. "I've gone insane. That's it. Either that or this is the weirdest goddamn dream I've ever had."

Bobby looked confused. "What the hell are you? You've passed every test, I've thrown at ya." I looked back at him, brows furrowed.

"I-I'm human. I'm pretty sure. Been human eighteen years now." Bobby cocked his rifle, putting me in a panic. "I swear! I'm telling the truth! I don't know what's going on! Please! You shoot me, I will die. You have to believe me!"

I wracked my brain for anything that might help me, but came up with nothing. "Please." I whispered, a tear escaping my eye. Bobby didn't look convinced, but he put the shotgun down.

"If you're human, then why and how, didja fall from the freakin' sky?" Now it was my turn to look confused.

"I WHAT?" Then I remembered. The noise in the kitchen, the tap on my shoulder, the yellow-

"Ya fell from the sky. Onto one of my cars. You don't just get knocked out from a fall like that. You die."

That stopped me in my tracks. "How can I make you believe me? Please. Just tell me and I'll do it! You want me to leave? I'll leave! You want me to stay here, then fine, I'll stay here. Cuffed to a bed frame, and slowly go insane. Please-" I choked on a sob. "I know just as much if not less than you do. Just please-" my voice died to a whisper. "Please don't hurt me."

Bobby softened at my words. It might have also been the fact that I was shaking like a leaf and tears were streaming down my face.

"I'm not gon' hurt ya." He went to unlock the cuff but stopped. "Not unless you give me a good reason to. And ya haven't yet." He unlocked the cuffs, and helped me into a sitting position. "Let's get ya something to drink."

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He helped me out of the room, which I then learned was the panic room, and up the stairs, and gave me a big bottle of… something. I gulped it down, and cringed. Bobby chuckled lowly at my expression.

"Whiskey. It'll help ya calm down." He sat me down on the couch, and I finally took notice of the small bandage on my arm.

"I'm not a shifter." I mumbled, and he looked faintly amused.

"I know that now. Had to be sure." He draped a blanket on my shoulders and began to ask me about myself. The alcohol loosened my tongue, and I let it slip that I knew him from a tv show. He was surprised, suspicious, actually, but i was gettin tipsy and it all was comin out. I told him… a lot. Hints about the future (nothing too big, thank GOD.) but mostly about the past. Small thing from the show a demon couldn't have known about. And.. he believed me? No, I couldn't say that, but he definitely didn't flip out on me. Which was nice. In that moment I was quite fragile, and didn't need any shit from anyone.

"What year is it?" I asked, a little scared of the answer I might get.

"2001. Why?"

My mind went blank. I was born in 2000. I would be one year old right now. "I was born in the year 2000, Bobby. I- I'm so confused." The look on his face told me that he was just as confused as I was, but all he said was "we'll figure it out, girl." Which didn't make me feel much better.

He offered me a place to stay, and I accepted. (He probably just wanted to keep an eye on The Girl Who Knew too Much, the title I made up for myself just now) and he assigned me a room and I got comfy. I had read the fanfics. I probably wasn't making it home. Not that I didn't want to go home, I loved my life with The Collins' and my new freedom, but I wasn't gonna build up hope I knew was useless.

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A month later…

"Hey Bobby, we're out of milk, so I'm just gonna… I trailed off, seeing him deep in conversation with someone. But not just anyone, no. Bobby was talking to Sam Winchester. Sam. Fucking. Winchester. Holy shit. "Hi." I walked forward, putting my hand out for him to shake, internally freaking out. "I'm Eden. You must be Sam."

Sam looked confused. "H-how did you know-" he stopped himself, and looked at Bobby. Bobby just shook his head and smiled. Sam turned back to me and took my hand. I smiled, and and he smiled back. God, he was just as hot as in the show. Younger, yeah, but HAWT. I was sure my cheeks were flaming. He smiled at me and I felt my knees weaken.

"So you're Eden. I've heard a lot. Nice to meet you." My smile grew. "You know the future? That's really cool!" My eyebrows raised in surprise. I hadn't expected him to comment on that, but okay.

"Uh, yeah. Kinda. Not everything, but a majority, I guess. It's really cool to meet you, Sam." I gushed, and a glimpse of Bobby's face told me that he thought it was hilarious. We had a pleasant conversation, and migrated to Bobby's couch. We eventually came to the topic of school when Sam asked me a question out of the blue.

"Do you know my future?" Sam asked and my face became a couple degrees hotter than it had been the entire conversation. Yes. I knew a lot about his future. Was I gonna say that? Probably not. Was I gonna say I'd seen him in the midst of sex onscreen? DEFINITELY NOT. Would I maybe say I knew a few things about him? Sure.

"I know...a couple of things." I cast a look at Bobby, wondering what exactly he had said about me. Sam looked apprehensive.

"Do you know how my Dad and Dean are gonna react?" My face screwed up in confusion, then smoothed out. Oh. He was talking about college. Of course. It would fit into the timeline, but I had to be sure.

"Are you talking about College?" Sam nodded, looking relieved.

"Yeah, I-I got a full ride to Stanford, and I drove out here for Bobby's advice, but he said you could help me, cause-you know." My face fell. I did know. I didn't want to tell him his Dad would kick him out, or that he would talk to either of them for four years, but I couldn't deny the Sam Winchester Puppy Eyes .

"I do know how they react Sam, but I don't know if I should, disclose that." Sam turned up the intensity of his puppy eyes and I melted. "Fine, fine." I look him in the eyes, feeling bad for what I was gonna say next. "They're not...happy. Your Dad, especially. I'm not sure about Dean. Just, don't say anything you'll regret." Sam nodded, looking a little sad. "Here." I grabbed a piece of paper as a pen laying nearby, scribbling down my number. "If you ever need anything, now you have my number." Sam took the paper, smiling gently.

"Sure. Thanks." We locked eyes and my cheeks grew red again.

"Anytime." Sam stood to leave, and I looked at my watch. We had been talking for almost an hour, I hadn't noticed. "Good luck at Stanford, Sam. Enjoy college."

Sam smiled, and he thanked me, saying that he'd keep in touch. I watched him drive away knees still a little weak. Bobby approached from behind, and I didn't have to see his face to know he was smirking.

"Shut up." I snapped, knowing what he was thinking.

"I didn't say anything." He sounded smug. Ugh.

"You were thinking it. Don't." I responded as Bobby chuckled, moving away. "I'm gonna go get milk."

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Three months after…

Bobby had taught me a crap ton. Some of which I already knew. Still he wouldn't let me hunt. Well screw him. I was an adult, he was giving me a place to stay, but he wasn't my father. So I snuck out, like any reasonable person.

Sam had actually kept in touch, which made me giggle like a kid everytime I got a text from him. Bobby found immense joy in making fun of me.

I was currently digging up the grave of the girl who had been murdered by some jerk and was terrorizing his family since he had already died. I heard footsteps coming towards me and froze. You've gotta be kidding me.

"So, looks like someone beat me here." Wait. I knew that voice. Holy. Crap. I looked toward the source, and almost screamed.

Dean Winchester was standing above me, smirking. I'll be honest, I had never really entertained the idea that I might meet him. I climbed out of the grave, looking at him, then at my progress. I had gotten pretty far, I think. I turned my gaze to Dean, probably looking green.

"You're Dean Winchester." Was the first thing out of my mouth. His smirk fell and his face became suspicious.

"How-"

"I'm Eden. I've been staying with Bobby Singer." His confusion melted back into smug comfort.

"So you're Eden. Bobby told me about you. Well, at least I don't have to awkwardly introduce myself." I smiled, feeling a little less sick, but probably didn't look any less green. "So whaddya day we finish this job, then maybe, go get a drink?"

My face changed from green to red real quick. Shut the front door. Was Dean Winchester, flirting with me?

"I'm eighteen." His face didn't change. "And I...don't drink."

"Oh," his face flooded with understanding. "Dinner then? His flirty smirk was back.

I was beet red and stuttering. "Uh, sur-sure!" Dinner with Dean Winchester. Why not?

Then the ghost girl attacked. Instead of going for me, she went after Dean. Which made sense, seeing as he looked much more intimidating than I did. I tossed him an iron crowbar, and he caught it deftly, spinning around and slashing her, dispersing her. I quickly dug, finally reaching the coffin. I didn't bother with opening it, I just used the shovel to smash it.

"Dean! Get the salt! It's inthe bag!" I dug my lighter out of my pocket, and caught the container he tossed me. I poured a crap ton of salt on the body. This girl had died not long ago, so I wasn't burning bones, I was burning a body. I turned the lighter on, and tossed it on the body, scrambling to get out of the grave. Dean help haul me up, and at the top, we watched the body burn.

"Smells like barbecue." Dean commented, his lips quirked up in a half smile. I hit him on the chest chastising him, but I couldn't keep the amused grin off my face.

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Later that night, Dean and I sat on opposite sides of a booth, laughing. Yes your suspicions are correct: He is a smooth motherfucker.

He asked me questions about me, and yes, he knew about my tv show story. He didn't believe it completely, but he didn't call me crazy, which was a relief. I told him I knew an exorcism by heart to which he responded with: "If I ever run into one, I'll give you a call." I blushed when he complimented me, and I complimented him back. I told him I had met sam, and was keeping in touch with him. Dean suddenly became serious, asking how he was. I have him an update, telling him that Sam was fine, he was having a good time, and he missed Dean. Dean relaxed at that. We ordered and of course, Dean got a burger. I got one too, and we ate, talking about favorites. Favorite food, favorite color, favorite place to be, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. When dessert came, Dean and I ordered pie, to which he asked: "will you marry me?" And I laughed, making him laugh.

Later, I drove back to Bobby's, still grinning. Dean was great. He was like the big brother I never had. Over the course of the evening, I could see him transition from trying to get laid to trying to make a friend. Dean was great, but not my type.

The job was only a couple towns over so it took me three hours tops to get back. When I finally did arrive, I was greeted by a pissed off Robert Singer. Which is something you never want to encounter. Yikes. It took some serious groveling to get him to back down.

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That November (a couple months later), I got a text from Sam.

Sam: hey

Eden: hey! What's up? How's Stanford?

Sam: it's great!

Sam: I've even met a girl! We're going out tonight

My heart sank. I didn't know why. I should happy for him. I was about to respond when he sent another text that made my blood run cold.

Sam: her name's Jessica. I think you two would really get along. You should stop by and meet my friends.

...so this is when he meets Jess. I could warn him, tell him to back off, but that might just make him mad. I could change everything. This moment, right now. I was just about to warn him, when a thought hit me:

What if changing it makes it worse?

I could stop Jess' death, but that wouldn't stop Azazel. No. He would get Sam, one way or another. I sighed, running a hand through my hair. What am I supposed to say? 'Don't date her because she'll die and break your heart?' No. He wouldn't believe me.

Eden: that sounds great! Have fun! I'll see when I can stop by! Sooner or later!

Sam: make it sooner rather than later. I've missed seeing you.

Dammit Sammy. Why did he have to say stuff like that?

Eden: I've missed you too.

And with that I flipped my phone shut. What was I supposed to do now?

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And that's all folks! Whaddya think? I wrote this during church today cuz I was bored. Oops.

Anyways, DFTBA!! Have a wonderful day! I'll update as soon as I can!