Blood
Fear
Darkness
Screams
Cries of agony
"STOP! I CAN'T!"
"SCREAM!"
I jerked awake, setting up as I breathed heavily. I put my hand on my forehead, sighing in relief. It was just another nightmare. I was in a motel room with my brothers. I wasn't in Hell anymore.
"Hello, Scarlett." I looked to the side of my bed and saw Castiel sitting on the edge. "What were you dreaming about?"
"Rainbows and unicorns," I told him sarcastically, giving him a look. He smiled a little, looking away, "No, you not."
"What do you want?" I asked, changing the subject. "Listen to me. You have to stop it," He said. "Stop what?" I asked with a frown. He didn't answer and just reached over to me, putting two fingers to my forehead.
"Hey, kid." I opened my eyes and looked over to see a Deputy standing next to me, "You can't sleep here, honey."
I frowned and saw I was sleeping on a bench in the middle of a day at the side of the road. I looked at the Deputy as I set up, "Sorry."
He nodded and walked away. I sighed and looked down at my jacket to see it was over me as a blanket. I reached into my inside jacket pocket and pulled out Dad's journal. I placed it on my lap and reached back into my pocket to grab my phone. I pulled it out and saw I didn't have a signal. I held my phone up but couldn't find any signal.
"Perfect," I muttered sarcastically as I put my phone and Dad's journal back into my jacket pocket. I looked around at the cars and noticed that they were the old cars but they looked brand new.
I frowned before grabbing my jacket and stood up. I walked across the street and walked into Jay Bird's Diner. I walked inside and heard 'Rambling Man' playing throughout the diner. I sat down next to a guy, "Hey, where the hell am I?"
"Jay Bird's Diner," The guy answered. "I mean, city and state," I said. "Lawrence, Kansas," He answered. I looked away with a frown, "Lawrence?"
"Hey, you okay kid?" The guy asked me. "Yeah, tough night," I said. "Do you drink coffee?" He asked. I tilted my head with a frown but nodded. He waved to the clerk, "Hey, coffee here, Reg."
"Okay, coming right up," Reg told us. I pulled my phone out and showed it to the guy, "Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?" The guy scoffed softly, "The USS Enterprise?"
Reg brought the coffee and I noticed he was dressed in 1970s hippie clothing. "Thanks . . ." I trailed off, "Nice threads. You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?"
"Sonny and Cher broke up?" The guy asked me in shock. I frowned and looked around the diner to see everyone dressed in 1970s clothes. I looked at the newspaper the guy was reading.
Nixon accepts resignation of top . . .
Monday, April 30, 1973
"1973?" I mouthed the words. "Hey, Winchester," A man called. I looked to the door and saw an old man with a smile, walking past me to the guy that was sitting next to me, "Son of a bitch. How you doing, Corporal?"
I looked between them in confusion. "Hey, Mr. D," The guy said, shaking Mr. D's hand. "I heard you were back," Mr. D said. "Yeah, a little while now," The guy said. "Good to have you home, John, damn good," Mr. D said and my eyes grew wide.
"Dad?" I whispered, staring at the guy in shock. "Well, say hello to your old man for me," Mr. D told Dad before walking away. "You got it, Mr. D," Dad told him over his shoulder before looking at me, noticing I was staring at him. "Do we know each other?"
"I guess not," I said, looking down. Dad nodded and got up, sighing, "Take it easy, okay?" He patted me on my back, "Make sure to stay out of trouble."
"Yeah . . ." I trailed off, nodding. Dad walked past me and walked out of the door as I watched him go in absolute confusion.
I just met the younger version of my Dad!
I stood up and walked out of the diner. I saw Dad walking off so I followed him discreetly down the street. He turned around a corner and I followed him, only to see Castiel in front of me. I sighed and took a step back, "What is this?"
"What does it look like?" Castiel asked. "Is it real?" I asked. "Very," He answered. "Okay, so what?" I asked, "Angels got their hands on some DeLoreans? How did I get here?"
"Time is fluid, Scarlett. It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion," He said. "Well, bend it back or tell me what the hell I'm doing here," I told him.
"I told you, you have to stop it," He said. "Stop what?" I asked, "Huh? What, is there something nasty after my Dad?" I heard car horn sounds behind me and I turned to look in the direction it came from, before looking back to see Castiel was gone. "That son of a bitch," I muttered, shaking my head before quickly following Dad again.
I followed Dad to the outside of Rainbow Motor's Car Dealership. He was talking to a car salesman, looking at a van, "A fine young man like yourself, just starting out? How about I take off another 250?"
Dad considered it for a moment, "Let's do it." The salesman nodded, "I'll get the paperwork." He walked away and Dad walked toward the front of the beige VW van, rubbing the headlights.
I leaned against the '67 Chevy Impala, the same car we still had to the day. "That's not the one you want." Dad looked over at me and frowned as he walked up to me, "You following me?"
I shook my head, "No, I was just passing by. I never got to thank you for that cup of coffee this morning. I was a little out of it." Dad chuckled, nodding, "More than a little."
"Let me repay the favor," I said, pointing at him and then patted the hood of the Impala, "This is the one you want."
"Oh yeah? You - you know something about cars?" He asked. "Well, don't try sound too surprised," I said. "It's just, i don't know a lot of girls who could . . ." He trailed off.
I smiled, "Do what a man could do? Or be what a man could be?" He nodded and I shrugged, "My Dad taught me everything I know. He knew that it was a mistake to underestimate me." I looked at the Impala, "And this - this is a great car."
I opened the hood for Dad to see, "327 four barrel, 275 horses. A little TLC and this thing is cherry." Dad nodded, seem impressed, "You know, you're right."
I nodded to the van behind us, "Then what are you buying that thing for?" He chuckled, "I kinda promised someone I would." I gave him a look, "Over a '67 Chevy? I mean, come on, this is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still gonna be badass when it's 40."
Dad looked at me curiously, "You seem to know a little more than what you've told me." I shrugged, "Well, I've lived with my Dad and my two big brothers my all life, always on the move, so I guess you can say I'm not an ordinary girl. But, you gotta admit, I'm not wrong."
Dad considered for a moment and offered me his hand, "John Winchester. Thanks." I shook his hand, "Scarlett Lovato, and thank you." He nodded and then looked in the open windows of the Impala. I bit my lower lip and crossed my arms across my chest, "I was in pretty rough shape this morning, huh?"
"No kidding," Dad answered. "I've been hung over before but, hey . . ." I trailed off, "I was, I was getting chills in that diner. You didn't feel any of those cold spots, did you?"
"Nope," Dad answered. "I swore I smelled something weird too, you know?" I asked, "Like . . . like rotten eggs. You didn't happen to smell any sulfur by chance?"
"No," He answered. "No . . . There been any cattle mutilations in town recently?" I asked. Dad looked at me, raising an eyebrow, smiling a little, "Okay, kid, stop."
I looked away as he looked back at the car, "Yeah, if only I knew what to stop," I muttered and looked back at him, "Listen, uh - watch out for yourself, okay?"
Dad looked at me again for a moment and nodded, "Yeah, sure." He pointed at me, "Watch out fro yourself too, kiddo." I smiled a little and nodded before walking away as the car salesman walked back toward Dad.
... ...
Dad was driving into a suburban neighborhood in the Impala and parked in front of a house. I pulled over in the car I hotwired across the street, further away from him.
A blonde girl jogged out of the house and rushed toward Dad. "Hey," Dad told her. The girl looked at the Impala, "What's this?"
"My car," Dad answered. The girl walked around the back of the car and Dad followed her. "What happened to the van?" She asked. "Mary, this is better than the van. This has got a 327, a four barrel carburetor," Dad said. I looked toward them in shock, "Mom?"
... ...
After dark, I stood outside of Jay Bird's Diner's window, looking in through a window at Mom and Dad inside with milkshakes. They were talking but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Mom stood and walked away.
Dad pulled out a small red box and opened it to show a ring inside it. I smiled a little before it faded away when I felt someone behind me.
"Why are you following us?"
I quickly turned around to see Mom. She knee me in the stomach, pushing me against a metal container next to the building. She tried to punch me but I sidestepped, making her miss. "Are you crazy?" I asked. I moved away from each move she tried to make. I caught her arms, twisting them off to the side to stop her.
"You've been trailing us since my house," Mom said. "I don't know what you're talking about," I lied. "Really?" She asked skeptically. She kneeing me in the stomach, making me let go of her. She tried to kick me but I caught her leg, twisting her to face the wall, pushing her against it.
"Okay, how about now we talk about this, huh?" I asked. "Let me go!" Mom said. I noticed that Mom was wearing a bracelet with protective charms and I frowned in shock as I slowly let her go. Mom turned to face me and I tilted my head, "Are you a hunter?" She didn't answer but I knew what the answer would be.
