Day 1.
You follow them into their car — a black 1967 Chevrolet Impala, which, of course, you knew already — and slip into the backseat, with Dean glaring at you from the rearview mirror.
"All right, how is it you know about us?" he asks you as he starts the car.
You shift uncomfortably on your seat. "Would you believe me if I told you that I'm from another universe and you and your lives are enacted in a TV show called 'Supernatural'?" you finally ask after a moment of silence, a bit scared of their reaction.
Dean laughs. "Is that the best you can come up with?"
You sigh, and shake your head. "Too early in your timeline, then. If it was past season 6, you'd probably believe me," you say, though it's more to yourself than to them. They still hear it.
Dean snorts. "And what happens in season six?"
"I'm not going to tell you, I'm not daft!" you protest. "And it's really a show! I—I've got proof," you realise, though you say the last part with complete surprise in your voice.
"Oh, really?" Dean raises an eyebrow.
"Actually, I do." You shake your head. "But never mind, you're not going to like it. No one ever does," you mumble the last sentence to yourself.
The car stops, so suddenly, you're glad you put on your seatbelt. The tyres screech to a halt and you put your hands on the back of their seats out of reflex, to stop you from going onwards. Dean turns around to face you.
"Okay, I've had enough of this crap. You either really are from another universe, which is bullshit by the way, and in that case I don't know what to do with you, or you're just toying with us, in which case I'd like to know how you seem to know a lot about us, so show us your so-called proof before—"
"I get it, all right?" You grit your teeth, cutting him off. You open your backpack and open your computer, hoping it's got enough battery to watch at least the first ten minutes of the episode, and you show them. You don't watch it, or watch their expressions. It's too sad. So you lean your head against the back of the seat and instead listen to every word, replaying the scenes in your mind. You cut it off when Sam says goodbye to Jessica and leaves, before they can see what happened to the kid.
You close your computer and put it back in your backpack, avoiding meeting the Winchesters' eyes for as long as possible, until you can't do it anymore. Dean's angry, obviously. Sam… He looks distant, as if lost in his thoughts — which he probably is.
"What the hell? Were there cameras or something?" Dean demanded. "Are you stalking us? Because—"
You get so annoyed at him that you cut him off again. "Oh, stop it! I told you what happened yet you don't believe me. How the hell could I have got footage from 22 years ago?" You glare at him.
"Well maybe you're not the only one in it. Maybe—"
"Oh, bollocks, I give up. I knew this was a bad idea. I mean, here I thought you would actually believe me. But no! Of course not. You're so thick, you're—" And suddenly you get the urge to quote one of your favourite TV shows, one that is British, "—you're Mister Thick, thick, thickety thick face from Thicktown, Thickenia." You don't add the 'and so's your dad' part, because it wouldn't make sense. Not much in this context anyway. "And I just knew you wouldn't bloody believe me because, hey, I do sound like I'm senile, don't I?" You chuckle humorlessly as you grab your backpack and head out. "Don't worry, I won't get in your way." You slam the door shut and start walking along Centennial Highway, completely ignoring them as you put on your earphones and music at full volume and start walking to wherever it is you're going.
You remember this case very well. Mainly because it was a good pilot, very sad. You shake your head, as your mind drifts from the show to your family and friends. So, at twenty-two, you've moved out of your parents' house, you're living on your own, and then suddenly you end up in this random universe.
Your friends, because you've got friends, even if not too many, will be worried for you, as will your family, and you wipe a couple of tears as they fall. You have to find a way to get back to your own universe, you really do.
You don't really know how much 7 miles are — about 10 kilometres maybe? More? — but you know it's a lot and you suddenly start regretting having stormed off like that. They could've at least driven you to town before you left them. So maybe, you are daft after all.
You shake your head, and keep walking, until you get to a bridge. You recognise the bridge. The police are leaving the bridge, and you wonder if you should stay. You want to stay because, maybe the Winchesters can take you back.
You stay hidden until the police leaves. You're thirsty, hungry, but you've finished the little snacks you packed up and the bottle of water you had with you. At least it's nighttime.
You can't recall the name of the bridge, but it doesn't really matter. You lean against the border of the bridge and look at the dirty water passing through. You can practically see the Impala coming at you, and Sam and Dean jumping over the border. While Sam had planned it well and had caught the railing, Dean had fell into the river. You can see it clear as day. You can even see the lights of the car coming towards you.
"Hey!" You hear Dean's voice, and manage not to jump, though he's scared you, almost to death, and you tear your eyes away from the water. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"I walked all the way here, and stopped to take a break," you say. "Go on, ignore me. I'm just mental enough to be put in a ward but that's quite all right." You walk away from them, to the other side of the bridge. You can still hear them, though.
"So this is where Constance took the swan dive," Dean says.
"So you think Dad would have been here?" That was Sam.
"Well, he's chasing the same story and we're chasing him." You can hear their footsteps, but you don't look back at them, and instead focus on the water, just like you were moments before.
"Okay, so now what?" Sam again.
"Now we keep digging until we find him. Might take a while." Dean. You hear only one set of footsteps and you know Sam's stopped.
"Dean, I told you, I've gotta get back by Monday—" The footsteps stop altogether.
"Monday. Right. The interview," Dean remembers.
"Yeah."
"Yeah, I forgot. You're really serious about this, aren't you? You think you're just going to become some lawyer? Marry your girl?"
"Maybe. Why not?" Maybe… You want to snort. You know what Sam had in mind. He wanted to propose to her, but he never got the chance. A tear rolls down your cheek when you think about it. While you've never really shipped them, they did make a cute couple and Jessica was really important to Sam, that was obvious, and you've always accepted Sam really loved Jessica. Well, loves, due to his timeline and all.
"Does Jessica know the truth about you? I mean, does she know about the things you've done?" Steps.
"No, and she's not ever going to know." Sam.
"Well, that's healthy. You can pretend all you want, Sammy. But sooner or later you're going to have to face up to who you really are." Footsteps. Two sets.
"And who's that?"
"You're one of us." One of them hurries, and you guess it's Sam.
"No. I'm not like you. This is not going to be my life," the younger brother insists.
"You have a responsibility to—"
"To Dad? And his crusade? If it weren't for pictures I wouldn't even know what Mom looks like. And what difference would it make? Even if we do find the thing that killed her, Mom's gone. And she isn't coming back." You hear how Dean grabs Sam by the collar of his shirt and pushes him against the railing of the bridge. There's a long pause before he finally speaks.
"Don't talk about her like that." You hear how he drops Sammy, but spot something out of the corner of your eye, and you jump, not quite able to stop the yelp that leaves your lips. It's Constance. She's standing at the edge of the bridge. "Sam," Dean says, just when Constance jumps. You can't help but hurry to where she was, along with Sam and Dean. "Where'd she go?"
You remember this part. With the car. The lights turn up. Your eyes widen. "Oh no."
"What the—" Dean starts to swear.
"Who's driving your car?" Sam asks his brother. Dean searches his pocket, and pulls up the keys. Just then, the engine revs and everything happens so fast you barely register it.
"Watch out," you yell at them before also jumping over the edge — after having secured your backpack strip on your shoulder — and catching the railing just like Sam did on the show.
You look over at them. They ran first, before jumping. Just like in the show, Sam caught the railing but Dean fell into the river. You see Sam calling out for Dean, asking him if he's all right, which is when Dean decides to be his sarcastic self and makes an okay sign with his hands after he's crawled out of the dirty river. Both you and Sam laugh before getting back on the bridge.
After Dean checks his car and he and his brother have a little conversation, they both turn back to you.
"Do you have a place to stay?" Sam asks you. You shake your head.
"I don't have American currency either," you admit.
"Then why are you here? I mean, it's really stupid—" Sam elbows Dean in the ribs, cutting him off. You just glare at him, not wanting to start a fight.
"I didn't plan on appearing in the middle of a forest, halfway across the world in a parallel universe," you mumble to yourself as quietly as you can.
"What did you say?" Dean asks you, which means they couldn't quite understand your mumbling but still heard something.
"Nothing important." You wave it off. "Now, if you excuse me, I've got nowhere to be." You start walking away from them, still not sure about where you're going, when Sam jogs over to where you are, and asks you if you'd like to stay with them at the motel, at least for the night. You know if they'll work on the case, they're not going to get any sleep, but you need it. So you accept, even though you know it's just for one night, that you'll go your separate ways the next day and you'll have to find a way to get back to your universe on your own. You enter the car and Dean drives, as you stare out the window, wondering how it all came to happen.