I know it's been months since I last updated this story… or any of the others. I've been dealing with some personal issues and writing had become more like a chore than a hobby (i.e. school). But recently I've had my eyes opened thanks to a certain Jared Padalecki (much love to him, btw), who's currently also going through a tough time, and has inspired me to #AlwaysKeepFighting. So here's the next chapter! Hope you enjoy it!


Chapter 7

When Dean opened the door, Donna's eyes opened wide. "Holy shit! This is epic!" she exclaimed, looking down at the long table. She then smirked and glanced over at Reagan, who had her eyes glued to the shelves with books. "Looks like Rea's found her hobby for the next month."

"Look at all those books!" Reagan said, waving her hands at them. "They're old and historical." She looked at Sam and Dean, and asked them, "You mind if I take a look at them?"

Sam smiled. "Sure thing."

"Knock yourself out, Sammy." Dean winked, knowing his brother was also dying to check out the books. He stared at Donna, who was busy checking Sam out. "Hey, Donna, wanna see the rest of the place?"

Without looking at him, she nodded and walked behind him. They walked through the long corridor in silence before Dean spoke up.

"Can I ask you something?" he said.

"If it's what colour underwear I'm wearing, guess you'd have to find that out for yourself." She joked. Dean stared at her, and she gave him a friendly punch on the back, showing him she was kidding. "Ask away."

"What's, uh… what's Reagan like?" Dean asked her, not making eye contact. Donna walked beside him and smirked, glancing away to look at a painting on the wall.

"Well… what you see is what you get, I guess." Donna explained. They went down a metal flight of stairs, and came into a large, dark opening. When Donna hit the lights, Dean gasped. Donna's reaction was similar. "Mother of god…" she gushed, running her hands over her cheeks.

"You got that right." Dean commented. In front of them stood about fifteen vintage cars, all parked next to each other. They looked brand new, barely touched.

"Baby looks old compared to these sexy things." Donna said, staring at Dean with a teasing smile, knowing he'd get offended.

"Hey!" he exclaimed, slightly hurt. They started checking out all the cars.

"So why'd you ask me about Reagan?" Donna asked him.

"Oh… no reason…"

"You didn't ask me what I'm like."

'Fuck.' Busted.

"It's just… I haven't done anything to her, and she still doesn't like me." Dean admitted. "You like Sam right? And you're two completely different people!"

'If only you knew, buddy boy.' Donna though, taking a deep breath. "Why don't you try getting to know her a little better? Hey, here's an idea! Why don't we play a little drinking game tonight after dinner?" She wiggled her eyebrows. "Maybe one of us gets lucky."

"Would she be okay with that?" Dean asked, and quickly added "The game, I mean."

"Why not! She told me she wants to live life to the full in this alternate universe of yours." Donna explained, rolling her eyes. "She's really cool when she's drunk… just, um, don't tell her I told you that."

"Your secret's safe with me." Dean replied.


"I'm in heaven." Reagan said, gazing dreamily at the big bookcases. She looked over the shoulder at Sam, who was taking out random books and skimming through them. "Bet you are too."

Sam glanced at her and chuckled. "I do like books."

Reagan took out one book in particular. She opened in and skimmed through it. It looked like a journal or a log book of some sort. It had a date at the top of the page, a location and temperature underneath. Whoever was writing was a person of very few words. Before she put it back in its place, a photograph fell out. Reagan frowned and bent down to pick it up. While she stood up, she looked at the photo. Her eyes grew wide.

"Uh… Sam…" She turned to him, placing the journal on the table. "… Take a look at this photo." Sam walked round the table, standing next to her as he looked down at the picture. Reagan pointed at a woman in her late twenties, who was standing at the far side of the group. She was smiling crookedly, like she didn't even want to be in the picture but had to smile. "She looks exactly like Donna."

"Huh… she really does." Sam commented, and scanned the rest of the photo, spotting his late grandfather. "That's our grandfather there." He told her, and next to him was another woman. "Oh my god."

"She looks just like me!" Reagan exclaimed, snatching the picture from Sam's hands so she could take a closer look. "Okay, what the heck is happening here?!" She turned the picture over, where there were names written. At the bottom corner was a date: 23 April 1942.

Looking at the date and the events that led up to this moment made Sam think. "I may have a theory." He said. "Call the others."


"Ancestors?" Donna repeated after Sam explained his theory. Reagan couldn't help chewing on the nail she'd just bitten. She always bit on her nails when she's nervous. "How's that even possible? We're not from here. This is a freaking TV show. This is not normal!"

Reagan glanced at her. "Is there really such thing as normal?" She sighed and looked at the glass of whiskey in front of her. "I can't help but side with Sam's theory. I mean, the fact that we don't know anything about our ancestors and our past before meeting each other is freaky as it is…"

"What were the names again?" Dean asked Sam. Sam picked the photo and turned it round.

"Rose Foster and Emilia Knight." Sam replied. He looked at Reagan. "Was there anything written in the log book?"

She shook her head. "Just the temperature and some numbers at the top of the page." That's when her mental lightbulb lit up. "The numbers! Sam, hand me the log book again."

Sam gave it to her and she flipped the page to the one with the date matching that of the photograph. It looked like a combination of some sort. "Donna, did you find a safe or a combination locked room somewhere?"

Dean perked up. "Oh yeah! There was that room in the basement."

"That room had nothing but…" Donna smiled cheekily. "More books. Those little fuckers. I was wondering why there were books in a basement!"

"The Men… and Women… of Letters were wise people." Reagan said. "The few books I skimmed through were out of this world. Some were written by themselves. There's info beyond the boys' imaginations."

"What kind of info was it?" Dean asked.

"Things about demons we had no idea about." Sam replied. "We'll take a look at them tomorrow morning. Let's see what's in the basement first."

"I bet if I line up these numbers together we can get through." Reagan grinned. She didn't think she would've fit in considering how fearless the boys and Donna were, so she was proud of herself for thinking about the numbers. She put on her glasses. "So where's this basement?"


"This place is huge!" Reagan exclaimed, looking around her. She was at the back, feeling the wall and admiring every possible speck of it. She enjoyed documentaries about wars and what went on in soldiers' bunkers, so it was no surprise she was fascinated by it.

"It's practically the size of the block we live—lived… in." Donna said, quickly correcting herself. "Was it this far away when we found it, Dean?"

Dean shrugged. "Beats me. We went through from the garage and then we—"

"Whoa, there's a garage in this place?" Sam asked. Dean turned to him, bright-eyed and grinning like a kid on Christmas day.

"Yeah, man. And cars. Beautiful, vintage cars." He replied.

"Considering cheating on Baby, Dean?" Reagan turned out, smiling cheekily. If the others weren't there with him, and it was just him and her, he'd probably kiss her right there. He found her sexy in a cute kind of way, something he'd never felt towards another woman before.

"Hey, if Dean cheats, I'll take good care of Baby." Donna winked. Reagan giggled. "Giggles here would too."

"I like vintage cars and I cannot lie." She said, mimicking Baby Got Back, and let out an involuntary fit of giggles. Dean would usually find them annoying, but not this time round. She noticed him staring and cleared her throat, turning slightly red. "So where's this basement again?"

Donna pointed ahead. "Down there."

They picked up their pace and found themselves in front of an iron door. Dean opened it and they found themselves in a small room, just about the size of a janitor's closet, or a pinch bigger. The shelves had books and small chest pieces.

"The small boxes wouldn't open." Dean explained. "We think they're just for show."

"But there's no combination lock anywhere…" Donna frowned. Reagan looked down at the numbers scribbled on a piece of paper, then up at the books.

"I don't think the numbers are for a lock combination anymore." Reagan replied, and pulled out one of the books. It had the exact same numbers from the paper at the bottom of its spine. She peered in the dark space. "Anyone have a light? I think I see something."

Sam quickly took out a small torch from his inside pocket ('I understand carrying a condom around in case of emergencies, but a torch?!' Donna thought, rolling her eyes.) and handed it to her. Reagan lit it and aimed it down the space.

"Yahtzee!" she exclaimed reaching inside the space. She rotated her wrist and, sure enough, the shelf pushed itself to the side like a door.

"What is this stuff?!" Sam exclaimed once inside the secret room.

Donna smirked. "I've seen this in a movie once!"

Dean smirked too, glancing at her. "I think I did too."

Reagan walked over to the chair, which was in the centre of the room. It looked like a torture chamber. It had whips and other torture instruments hung against the wall. She bent down and ran her fingers over the symbols engraved on the armrests.

"I think they used to torture demons down here." She said. Sam went back to looking at the books to see if they could give out any more information about the Men of Letters.

"That ruins it all." Donna murmured, who was having sexual fantasies involving the whips and the chair. She then turned to Dean, smiling cheekily. "Hey, Dean, did you see something like this in a blue film, by any chance?"

Dean stared at her and nodded. "Where else?" he winked.

"I found logbooks…" Sam announced, appearing in the room. He held a few thin journals in one hand, and a box in the other. "… and some recordings."


Hope you guys enjoy this chapter! My exams will be over on Friday 23 June, so I'll probably continue my other stories after that date, so stay tuned!