Chapter 3: The Boys are Back in Town.
Nick's Perspective
"Ugh" I coughed up a fit from the smoke, as I stumbled from the crashed TARDIS. Sam, Dean, and Cas were looking at me with mixed expressions. Sam was trying not to laugh and doing a pretty poor job of it. Dean had sauntered over to the liquor cabinet and was pouring a glass of whiskey. As for Cas he was kind enough to help me fight off the rest of the flames. "I did it I landed in the right time! This is the correct time right? I haven't overshot by thirty years?"
Sam nodded at me. "Yes right time and place. But I take it the TARDIS will be sidelined for a while?"
I nodded in annoyance. "Yes, unfortunately, she helped me land safely but it stressed her, good old Silmë always watching out for me" I murmur as I pat the side of the box.
"Uh huh" Sam murmurs at me shaking his head.
Dean had sauntered up to me shaking his head as well but unlike his brother he seemed amused by the whole situation. "You look like crap, here you need this."
"Thanks for the drink and the lovely assessment of my personage" I reply as I down the drink. Slugging the drink down numbed the percussion orchestra rattling around in my skull but it was still a disappointment; at least in the sense of enjoying the drink for its own sake.
At this point Cas spoke up. "Shall we move on to more important business?" Nodding we all shuffle over to the display map to begin laying out a strategy.
"So would someone like to fill me in on the Coven's movements?" I glance around at the group still rubbing my head to soothe the ache. Dean opens a file and hands it to me with a grunt.
"This particular coven of witches as you know appeared three months ago and began killing hunters and civilians, they have been linked to at least 124 deaths but we assume there are many that haven't been found."
Sam continued from there "While these witches have hit us hard and fast they're getting sloppy. It seems they are leaving behind sigils and bodies now."
I grumbled at this news scratching the back of my neck in angst. "Ok then, I assume you already considered this but it seems to me there are two possibilities." All while saying this I had been digging through my coat pockets, having found what I was looking for; I pulled my Sonic Screwdriver free. "The first possibility is the Coven is now overconfident because they have killed several hunters and believe themselves invulnerable. Which explains the disregard for hiding what they're doing, or…"
"It's a trap" Dean finished the thought for me.
Pointing at Dean I tsk and smile in agreement. "Mm well I am incredibly paranoid to begin with so I'm going to assume it's a trap and go from there."
"Good assumption" Dean mutters, under his breath.
At this point I use my sonic to beam several gigabytes of data from the TARDIS into their computers. "Here's what I found while checking my own resources" data maps, ledgers, and crime scene reports appear on screen. "These are from three Earth's, yours as marked by the Supernatural logo, another Earth I help out on…"
"Wait one second" Dean interrupted "I know you explained the concept of us just appearing as a TV show to the other inhabitants of the, Omniverse was it?"
"Yes" I reply with barely restrained vexation coating my voice, this was a long conversation I didn't want to get back into again but it seemed inevitable.
"I still don't understand that fully, but why do we have such a dumb logo?"
"Alright fine, to answer you first question or thought, you appear as a TV show to the rest of the Omniverse because, 'writers' and I use the term loosely from these other Earth's are actually mentally linked to other worlds in the Omniverse. They are conduits, when they dream they see the other world or worlds they are connected to, and believe this world to be their own creation and idea when in fact it's been there all along, and they are simply attuned to it and as a result can view it. It's like when you and Sam fell into that parallel reality where you were both those Canadian guys and were just actors on a show."
"That was awful" Sam muttered from the liquor cabinet having poured himself a drink.
I mumble my condolences before continuing. "As for actors there are often times those who look like you because the Omniverse is infinite and includes every probability and every outcome."
"Even so, why do people want to watch us hunt monsters?" Dean grumbles tapping the side of the table angrily.
"Have you seen people recently, they are seriously screwed up" I point to the map and the red dots representing the chaos of the world laid out before us in nicely manageable numerical readouts as proof of my statement.
"That's true" he replies still a little annoyed at the prospect of being viewed.
Shrugging I smile sympathetically "To answer your second question, the title was just drawn up by the artists, sorry." This reveal drew a groan from all of us around the table
