Obviously as it's AJ who made the trip to hell instead of Dean, it will be her who gets sent back to '73.
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It was happening again, those all too present memories of those forty years in hell assaulting my mind making me feel all over again as if I'd never gotten out of that place, that everything that had happened the past week had been nothing but cruel illusions.
I whimpered under my breath, flipping over onto my other side, my closed eyes screwing up tighter, trying desperately to push those images, those memories out of my head as well as the still all present screams of the innocent people, innocent souls that I had gladly tortured in order to escape my own. It doesn't work though, it only making it worse, those screams getting louder, the smell of smoke, blood as well as other things getting stronger.
"No...NO!," I yelled, my eyes flying open fast, breathing heavily, feeling sweat run down my face making some of my long blonde locks stick to my hot, clammy skin, my hand moving to wipe my forehead, noticing that it's shaking pretty badly.
And it takes me less then a second to realise I'm not alone, moving so I'm sat up, throwing the covers off me turning to look at him, finding he's sat on the edge of the bed, his back to me, his eyes rooted on the window.
"Hello, Alexandra. What were you dreaming about?," he asked, turning his head round, looking at me, the darkness of the room not stopping me from being able to see how blue his eyes were, them yet again reminding me of the ocean.
"Puppies and sunshine. What do you think, huh?. And do you always get off on watching other people sleep?. Actually, don't...don't answer that. Look, it's the middle of the night. What do you want?," I sighed, still panting a little.
"Listen to me. You have to stop it."
"It?. What's 'it' exactly?. No...NO!."
"Move it, sweetheart. You can't sleep here."
"Cas, you...you git!," I mumbled under my breath, moving so I'm sitting up finding I've ended up on a bench in the middle of a street, Castiel having chosen to take me out of that motel room and send me god knows where finding a cop stood over me, not looking exactly happy.
"Did you hear me?. You can't sleep here, miss."
"Y...yeah, I heard you. I apologise, officer," I said, nodding at him, getting a nod in return then watching him walk away.
What the hell has that trenchcoated angel done to me?. Wherever he's sent me, it doesn't look like the twenty-first century, everything around me from the clothing people are wearing to the cars that drive past me looking pretty old, maybe twenty or thirty years old.
"Great, I'm in Back to the future," I muttered, standing up, running a hand through my hair then tieing it up with a hair tie I find in my jeans pocket.
Suddenly, my eyes land on what looks like an old fashioned diner, Jay Bird's on the windows and door, seeing a couple of people walk out. Seems the best place to start, still no idea why I've been sent here, walking over to the entrance, pushing the door open, walking inside.
Thankfully, there aren't many people in here, maybe seven or eight, none of them paying me any heed as I walk in. I scan the place finding it quite small and cosy, my ears picking up some old song playing from possibly a jukebox, recognising the song having heard it a few times whilst on the road with dad.
My eyes suddenly land on a man who's sat at the counter, his eyes fixed on a newspaper, him looking young about my age maybe a couple of years older. Normally, I would be instantly drawn to his good looks, but there's something about him that feels odd.
I walk over to where he's sat, taking up the empty stool next to him, letting out a sigh, rubbing my eyes pretty hard, hoping it would wake me up finding this was some crazy dream.
"Hey, where the hell am I?," I asked, looking over at the man, him looking at me a little strangely.
"Jay Bird's diner."
"Sorry, I meant city and state."
"Lawrence, Kansas."
"R...right. Lawrence. S...sorry."
"You okay, miss?."
"Hmm?. Oh, tough...tough night. Well, guess that should be tough week, really."
"Hey, coffee here, Reg."
"Thanks. Hey, nice threads. You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?," I smirked, looking at the server, him putting a cup of coffee in front of me.
"Sonny and Cher broke up?."
"Know what?. Forget what I just said," I shrugged, taking a sip of my coffee, my eyes moving from the man next to me to the paper he was reading, seeing the date at the top; APRIL 30, 1973.
"Hey, Winchester."
I feel my blood run cold hearing that name turning round to look at the person who just shouted my name, automatically wondering how the hell they know me. Then I see him walk over to the man next to me, my eyes widening fast, my hand moving to my mouth.
"Dad?," I whispered, putting the cup down on the saucer a little roughly then getting up off the stool, starting to do the only thing I feel like doing right now, walking out of the diner pretty fast.
I only make it around the corner before I completely break down, collapsing to my knees not caring if anybody could see me, my hands moving over my eyes. Seeing my dad again after all this time, seeing him so young, not a care or trouble weighing him down is bringing up all the painful memories of the rotten childhood I'd had as well as that day me and my brothers had lost in that hospital.
This was the father I should have had, that man sat in there, doing nothing more then drink coffee and watch the world go by. I miss him, the pain of his loss feeling like a red hot poker to the heart all over again. I stagger up slowly, wiping my cheeks and eyes with the sleeve of my jacket, sighing heavily then carrying on walking, no idea where I was going.
Castiel's appearance in front of me makes me stop, just about managing to stop myself from punching him in his perfect angelic handsome face. Knowing I no doubt look a mess is only making it worse.
"Okay, what the fudge is going on?. What is this?."
"What does it look like?."
"Is it real?."
"Very."
"Okay, so, what, angels got their hands on some DeLoreans?. How did I get here?."
"Time is fluid, Alexandra. It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion."
"I...I met my dad, when he was my age. My god, he's hot!. Okay, just forget I said that. Look, just...just bend it back. Tell me what I'm doing here," I said, staring at him intensely.
"I told you. You have to stop it," he answered, staring just as intensely back at me.
"Stop what?. Is there something nasty after him?. Oh, wonderful. Thanks a lot, Mr. Vague," I cried, watching him disappear, leaving me no less clueless then I was before.
Think I'm starting to despise angels!.
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Sorry about such a late update and for how small the chapter was. I am hopefully planning on taking this story right through to the final season. What did everyone think of the way season 14 ended?. That was a shocker or what?!!.