I smiled, putting the jacket on and he took that as confirmation enough. I followed his lead out of what was unmistakably Bobby Singers house. Was he dead in this... lets call it a dimension. The Impala was real. It looked like my jacket inside – worn and loved. I slid into the front seat and to my body it felt familiar.
"What do you think happened?" I asked.
"Can't say I have even an idea. Not unless Sam, Bobby and I didn't kill the Lithe like we thought."
"Lithe?"
"Greek Goddess." He looked to me, "Steals memories."
I sighed. ACDC played from the tape. I smirked and mimed along. It made me think,
"So how did we meet?"
"ACDC concert."
I grinned. The night before I woke up seven years later was the night before I was going to go to my first ACDC concert.
"You asked me and Sam to lift you up to crowd surf when you aren't banging off people in a mosh pit."
"Sounds like I was having a good time."
"You were until you got into a fight."
"Me?" I'm not scared of anybody but I've never been one for fighting. I'm the back up that's so intimidating and insane looking no one will dare try anything stupid. To hear I was in a fight and couldn't remember was unreal.
"Against a guy twice your size. He pushed you into me and I hit him. You reappeared with a drink for me."
"I'm that kind of guy."
"Yes you are." He smiled. He pulled up to a diner and the fanfics I'd based around the Winchester's and diners were resonating in my mind's eye.
"Listen," He started, rummaging in his pocket and puling out a small envelop. He looked at it for a second before passing it to me. "This was taken a couple of weeks ago. I'll be outside when you're ready."
I took the envelope. Wondered why he was outside the car, leaning against the window with his hands in his jacket pockets and opened the envelope. A sonogram. The reality of this unreality hit me, but I tried my damndest to explain it away as something else. It just wasn't working. I got out the car and turned to look at him over the hood.
"Who is Robbie."
"Our son." He said plainly.
"And I'm..." I couldn't say it.
"We found out last month."
I sighed.
"Hungry?"
"Starving."
I followed him inside.