A/N: Like I promised, new chapter is up. Enjoy!
''Bobby? Hey. Do you know anything about people from other universes? Like angels zapping them to another time and place...'' This is how most of the time went as we waited for our meals. Meaning Dean was on the phone with Bobby, while Sam and I talked about people with purple colored eyes. ''Get this.. Here it says that people, who were born with purple eyes, have no body hair, anywhere. It's believed that their immune system is working overdrive, their senses are heightened, they have pale skin and should be unable to reproduce, but it still happens.'' Like poor werewolf mutations? Sam saw the guy, we both saw his eyes turn from purple to blue. Dean was too busy checking out the chatty cashier, typical.
''Sounds more like a myth to me. It's impossible, at least biologically.'' I said without thinking what to say first. Well, except here in the supernatural world where every legend becomes a nightmare. How will I get back? ''If you think about it, legends are deviations of real life, the way certain things can be explained, so there's no reason to believe all of it. Some parts are distorted, one way or another.'' Sam is really easy to talk to. ''I agree. But that guy didn't have this genetic mutation, right?'' The tallest Winchester nodded.
''Alright you two geeks.'' said Dean, as he finished the call. ''Bobby will call us back when he finds something useful. About time, food's here.'' Took them long enough.. We ate in comfortable silence and once finished, I was able to hear their mind gears turning. Very predictable. ''So.. Kate. How do you feel?'' asked Dean. ''Good. No dizziness, no other side effects. Why? Do I look pale?'' I replied, my hands touching my cheeks for any temperature change. ''A little. Khm, may I suggest you something?'' You are always caring for others. Dean is back.
''Sure.'' I shrugged. ''You should catch some sleep, you are about to fall flat on your nose.'' A yawn took the opportunity to show itself. I'm so tired. ''I was awake till 4 am yesterday, I feel like my eyes are barely open.'' Sam studied my face for a few seconds and decided to order an orange juice. ''You'll need it.'' he added to me. His older brother had more questions, naturally. ''Did you see, hear or smell something different before you got zapped here?'' I'd tell you, guys. I think whoever or whatever controlled us, got out of range or something. I don't feel strange right now. ''No. It was just a normal, not-very -productive night for me… staying up late, having too much work to do. I have to stop doing that.''
Some silence later, Dean suddenly flinched like he touched an electric fence. ''What the hell?! I finally got control of my own head.'' Like I thought. ''Same here, Dean. I don't know about your brother though..'' Sam looked like a deer in the headlights. What's happening? Oh yeah, no more control.. ''Don't trust Metatron..'' I mumbled. Wow where did that come from? They aren't there yet, dumbass. I haven't asked them which year it is. ''Sorry who?'' That earned Dean an unnecessary annoyed face from me. ''A scribe. My Control Alt Delete has been taken again.'' Censoring? Who the frick-frack do you think you are? Damn creatures with superpowers, always behaving like you can do anything you want. We, humans, can do that too. Just watch!
Sam and Dean where looking at me with equal anger towards the thing who planned all this. It's so going to pay for this. I hope Bobby calls sooner rather than later, because all this is about to go sideways or straight down under.
''I don't want to sound crazy, but what day or year is it?'' My mouth did an involuntary flinching smile. Sam shot a reply ''November 7, 2009. Why?'' You know why, Sam. Come on! I leaned my head forward and covered my eyes. That's after Changing Channels. How could I forgot to ask them what happened to them recently?! Well, I'm in 2009; of course I'm forgetting things I want say. Dammit! ''Shit. I live in 2016. Uh, awkward you know... The show you are in is still active.'' I risked a peak at the two brothers sitting across from me. They are back in the hunter mode. I'm slightly concerned now, afraid of their quick change of posture, to be honest. It's normal for them, but still scary to me. ''Wait, hold up! You know what happens to us for 6, no 7 years?! And you are quiet about it?! Man, you're cruel…'' There's the Dean I know. Trouble ahead, proceed with caution.
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