A/N: THANKS to all who commented to my question! I went to the official Supernatural site and figured some stuff out. Thanks for the help! The journal entries have also helped me give me a few details I will put into the story. So I guess now enjoy! THANKS AGAIN TO ALL – YOU ARE ALL AWESOME – I WORSHIP YOU.
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Chapter Two – When & Where & What & Oh My God
At some point she had fallen onto the backseat floor. Her head was aching and just opening her eyes caused the migraine to increase her suffering. She could feel light streaming into the car. Odd, she remembered the sky being gray out. It had just snowed recently. Gray skies and cold weather. Amy felt relatively warm.
Her body was already in the sitting-up position. Her eyes could see the large blood stain on her shoulder the size of her hand. She could still feel the warm, thick, red liquid dripping down her face. Her cheek felt sticky and dry and all Amy could think about at the moment was her head.
She remembered hitting the window…
I'm in the backseat floor…Dean-Sam…
Amy cleared her dry throat. Even though her head was aching, she forced herself to look up toward the front seat. From her point of view, the young woman couldn't see the driver or the person sitting in shotgun.
"Sam…" Amy moaned painfully. Oh God…please be okay. "Dean…"
Her side hurt as well. That part of her body had hit the side door as well. She didn't necessarily remember the car spinning out of control. It was the pressure.
Brown eyes began to adjust to the light. Amy, only feeling pain in her head and side, found no problem to try and attempt to sit up.
Please be okay…Amy sobbed, thinking of the two men sitting up front.
The tears stung her eyes but it helped the dry feeling in her face.
Her teeth gritted against one another as Amy picked herself off the floor. There was tight space back there. She used her arm to balance against the seat as the woman sat up more to see the front seat.
Pausing, Amy gazed at an unconscious Sam and then Dean.
"Ugh," she grunted, finally sitting on the black cushioned seat.
Leaning forward and touching Sam's neck, Amy felt a pulse and she quickly moved to Dean. He was okay too.
Amy's bloody hand touched Dean's face gently. She stroked his cheek and begged, "Dean…wake up…are you hurt? Answer me…Dean?"
There was no answer. Amy's face felt wet now. She desperately turned to Sam and carefully reached both arms to him. His head had been lying on the dashboard. She carefully placed her hands on his shoulders and Amy gently pulled Sam back up so his back was against the seat.
When his head was tilted back to Amy, she ran a hand through Sam's shaggy brown hair and touched his warm face.
"Sam? Kiddo? C'mon Sam…wake up…answer me…" Amy choked out. She could feel her cheeks turning moister now. She was crying but she was calm.
His almond-brown eyes slowly opened as Sam groaned in pain. Amy touched his forehead – he too had apparently hit the window and there was a gash on the side of his head.
She placed her hand over his wound and comforted, "Sshhh…it's okay. Sam…"
Sam stiffened where he sat. His angular cheek bones were sucked in as Sam took in a breath. He seemed to be doing much better than Amy.
"Amy…" Sam whispered. "G-God…are you okay…"
"I'll live," Amy breathed happily. "Ch-check Dean…"
He continued to sit back but Sam opened his eyes more clearly and moved slowly across the seat. Sam's hand trembled as it reached for his brother's unconscious arm.
"Dean…" Sam growled almost, squeezing his brother's arm. "C'mon buddy, wake up…"
Amy couldn't take it. All she could see was Dean leaning over the steering wheel. Was his face cut up too? Was he bleeding?
She leaned over the car and slowly turned the handle and opened the door. Pain rushed through her head again as Amy's eyes were subjected to more sunlight.
Her small, weak body came out of the Impala. Amy limped at first but found her knee was just sore.
Not glancing down at the crashed-into sign on the ground, Amy slowly made her way around the back of the car. She skipped quickly to the driver's side and stared in.
Dean was not bleeding nor did he show signs of wounds. His head was resting gently against the steering wheel.
Amy opened the door and Dean's other arm fell loose by his side. She slowly leaned downward and her hand went to Dean's face.
"Dean?" Amy whispered. "Please answer me…wake up…"
Sam was also making his way out of the car.
Dean made no movement against Amy's touch. Her lips trembled slightly. She carefully did what she had done earlier with Sam; Amy reached in and slowly pulled Dean's body away from the steering wheel. She carefully placed his body back against the seat.
"Amy…come look at this…" Sam called on the other side of the car.
She glanced at Dean but slowly made her way to Sam.
Amy touched her head and felt the moist area on her forehead – blood.
"What is it?" she asked weakly, squinting against the sunlight. The light made her headache worse and it was still bizarre that it felt so warm.
She slowly looked down at what Sam was staring at. Amy realized it had been the object the car had hit.
"A sign…" Amy noted.
Sam looked up slowly at her and then turned back. "Read it…"
Amy came to his side and her head tilted to read the writing. The sign was white and had familiar black writing.
NOW ENTERING LAWRENCE, KANSAS
"Oh my God…" Amy gasped. "But…it's impossible…we're supposed to be in Kentucky!"
He continued to study the sign. Sam remembered a newer looking sight being put up. He looked around sorely and realized they were no longer on the highway in Kentucky. The area was different. There was more grass and trees and Sam looked ahead into the distance and could see the country side of Lawrence. They were just two or three hours from the area they used to live in.
An aggravated yell of pain caused Amy to come running back to Dean while Sam studied the landscape.
Amy came to the driver's side and knelt down. Dean was rubbing his head and his wrist.
"Dammit," Dean hissed. "Son of a bitch! – what the hell happened?"
"Dean…" Amy sighed happily. "Are you okay?"
"Gah," Dean moaned, rubbing his wrist. "I'm good. Amy, God, are you okay? Sam – where's Sammy?"
"Right here," his brother called. Sam came around the car and stared at Dean.
"You look like hell…" Dean noted.
Sam nodded and said, "You too."
His eyes went back to Amy and Dean spotted the large blood stain on her white T-shirt. Dean's eyes slowly trailed up the side of her face and he saw the bleeding wound on her forehead. "Are you sure you're okay? You got hurt worse-"
"I'm fine," Amy repeated. "C'mon, let's see if we can get you out. Walk around a bit."
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Dean's arm was draped around Sam's shoulder as he had to suffice to allow his brother to help him get out of the car. Amy went through the trunk of the car in search of a First Aid.
He sat on the hood of the car and Dean continued to rub his wrist. His eyes glances around.
Trees, grass, flowers? Dean thought strangely. No more highway…bright sky…
"Umm…" Dean thought aloud, staring around.
"You're not going to be believe this Dean," Sam called from the other side of the car. Dean turned slightly to see Sam prop up the broken sign against the metal pole it had been attached to. He read the words carefully and narrowed his eyes.
"Yeah, I know-" Sam said, studying his brother.
"We're in Lawrence!" Dean shouted. "I was on the highway of Kentucky! KENTUCKY!"
"Goh," Amy complained, coming to Dean with the white box, "stop with the yelling…"
Amy opened the First Aid and took out several alcohol pads. "Sam, get over here…" she called.
He did what he was told and Sam sat down beside Dean on the hood.
She opened one packet up and pulled out the moist alcohol pad. Amy helped with Sam first, first cleaning off the blood stains from his face and slowly dabbing at his wound. Sam winced at the contact but sighed. Amy continued to clean his head up and then when she was done she carefully balled up the bloody alcohol sheet and put it in a small white bag that came with the First Aid.
Opening another alcohol pad, Amy was moving toward Dean. He had a slight cut underneath his cheek; there was just an inch of dry blood.
Dean took hold of Amy's wrist gently as she was ready to attack once more with the alcohol pad.
"Hey-"
He took the alcohol pad from her and Dean slowly reached up to Amy's face. She felt him cleaning off the blood from her forehead and cheek. The cold pad moved down to her sticky neck as well. Once the blood had been cleaned off, Dean noted that Amy's wound on her forehead was a small one.
The alcohol pad dabbed gently against her wound and Amy cringed. Dean continued to clean her up and when he was done he tossed it into the small First Aid garbage bag.
"Thanks…" Amy whispered.
She closed the First Aid and walked around to toss it into the backseat.
"I'm changing – no peeking," Amy called, grabbing for her duffel bag that was in the backseat with her. She usually traveled light – her rule was: one suitcase and one duffel bag.
Dean turned around, grinning, but then his focus went back to the area around.
"Okay…" Sam thought. "What the hell happened…"
He pursed his lips and Dean shook his head. "I have no idea…what was with that fog?"
"I don't think it was a fog," Sam whispered. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
Dean narrowed his eyes at his brother and sighed, "You think it was a portal…"
"There have only been a few accounts of people claiming to have gone through portals…remember those 'Bermuda Triangle survivors' that claimed to have gone through an ominous fog back in '89?"
"They said they saw lightening all around their boat…" Dean remembered the story their father had told them. "And somehow they found they were on an island with dangerous creatures."
"Exactly," Sam agreed.
"We're in Kansas…" Dean mocked.
"Maybe it's something else," Sam continued, "like-"
"Guys!" Amy called. She came out of the backseat wearing a small red T-shirt. Her eyes were gazing back at the street.
Dean and Sam both turned and saw a car driving their way – a new-looking Taurus.
The brothers got off the hood of the car as they realized the Taurus was pulling over to the side of the road.
The Taurus' engine continued to run as a young couple – in their thirties – came out of the vehicle.
The man wore a black blazer with jeans while his wife wore a sleeveless brown shirt and khakis.
"You kids alright?" the man asked.
The woman gazed at Amy who stood by the backseat. Her eyes widened at the young woman and the wife yelled, "Oh my dear! You've been in an accident!"
The woman approached Amy quickly and she stared at her wound. She then turned to see Dean and Sam with similar cuts.
"What the hell happened?" the man asked as he approached the three.
That's what we want to know…Sam thought.
"Lost control of the car…" Dean explained weakly. "Hit the sign…"
"Good gracious," the woman exclaimed again. She turned to her husband and then back to Amy and the guys.
"I'm Kylee River. This is my husband Daniel," the woman introduced, "do you guys need help?"
"Umm…" Sam thought and he looked at the crashed-into sign. "Are we really in Lawrence, Kansas?"
Kylee's eyes widened. "Oh no, Daniel, they must have suffered head trauma-"
"Yes, you're about to enter the country side. An hour into it and you'll eventually get into the town," Daniel explained. "You kids need help? We can lead you to a hospital."
"No no," Dean grinned. "It's fine, we can get there ourselves. Thanks again…"
Kylee stared worriedly at the young adults. Her eyes went back to Amy again. "Child, are you sure you're okay?"
"Yes, thank you ma'am," Amy smiled warmly. "Thanks again for pulling over. We were just about to get in the car and head into town."
Daniel nodded and called to his wife. "C'mon, they got it from here Kylee," he gave a warm smile to Dean and Sam. "You boys get to a hospital. Make sure that girl gets some help."
"We will, thanks," Sam smiled.
The three watched as the couple got back into their car. Kylee gave a quick wave to Amy as the Taurus pulled back into the street.
As the car left them behind, Amy noticed a bumper sticker on the back of the car: GO CLASS OF '98!
Amy narrowed her eyes at the bumper sticker and she came to Dean and Sam's side.
"Class of 1998?" Amy whispered aloud. That's when I graduated…
"What?" Sam asked.
"Hurry, read that bumper sticker!" Amy pointed at the back of the car.
Dean and Sam squinted their eyes to see it.
"Class of '98?" Dean questioned. "That's our class…maybe they haven't updated on their car decorations yet."
"Kylee and Daniel River…" Amy thought.
"Amy…" Sam questioned, seeing the look on her face.
"Oh my…" Amy gulped. "Kylee and Daniel River…they're Jeffrey River's parents…I remember his mom used to be a nurse…"
"Jeffrey River?" Dean repeated.
"He was in our class…" Amy remembered. "I had an art class with him…but…"
"But what?"
Amy brought her hand to her mouth and she closed her eyes for a moment. When she reopened them, there was a look of almost-fear in them.
"What is it?" Dean asked softly. He came over and put his hand on her arm.
"Jeff River's mom died after graduation…" Amy remembered.
"Wait, but that's impossible – we just-"
"I know," Amy said quickly. "I remember…it was in July…and I'm sure it happened because I went to the funeral with some people who were close with Jeff…his mom died while she was away visiting family…"
Sam's eyes grew wide and he studied the landscape a bit more.
"It doesn't feel like winter, it feels like fall…" Sam thought.
Dean quickly left the two and he made his way weakly to the welcoming sign. He bent down and studied it for a moment. His eyes went to the corner of the sign when his eye grew wide:
1997
The town always used to put up a new welcoming sign every single year…Dean remembered.
"Sam…Amy…" Dean whispered as he stood up. He turned to his brother and the young woman who were still staring oddly. "Brace yourselves…"
The two turned to him. Dean stuck his hands into his pockets and explained plainly. "We went through a time loop."
"A time loop – are you sure?" Sam asked quickly.
Amy, confused, look from brother to brother.
Dean nodded and said, "We're in 1997."
Sam's eyes grew wide as Amy made no movement. Dean watched suddenly as Amy fainted and she fell into the street.
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