Chapter 4:
"Who the hell are you and what the hell are you doing in Bobby's house?" He said in the same gruff voice as before, still holding the gun to my head. Well, this was gonna be good fun.
I decided there was two ways I could do this. I could either act all innocent and try not to get myself killed, or act like I normally do and be a sarcastic asshole.
"Who the hell am I? What the hell am I doing here?" I said accusingly, making his hard glare waver for a second. Oh, I guess I'm going with sarcastic asshole then.
"Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my home?" I finished, crossing my arms and giving the man my best bitch face. That confused him a bit. While he was trying to find his voice I decided to get a good look at him. He had lightly tanned skin so it wasn't orange but showed he was outside a lot, giving him a healthy look, what I am now calling fanfiction green eyes that were so vibrant it was like they were looking through you, light brown hair that was cut so it spiked yet also curled round, accentuating his symmetrical face well. From the front I could now see that he was wearing a light grey undershirt with an unbuttoned plaid shirt under his jacket. All in all he looked almost hunter like, not to mention the fact that he was still holding a gun to my face. Oh yeah, forgot about that.
"Wait. You live here?" He said, stepping back and moving the gun so it was facing the floor by his side. On his face was a look of poor confusion.
"Well, no. But my Uncle Bobby does." I said, shrugging.
"Uncle Bobby? Bobby is your uncle?" he asked, now looking even more confused.
"uh. That is what I said right?" I replied, getting really bored of this. "Are you gonna help me or are you just gonna stand there and look confused? Cause trust me sweetheart, you're doing a great job." I said, motioning to the floorboard trapping my leg. Yep it seems my sarcasm is still running strong.
"Oh right, sorry." He said, moving to help me. He quickly managed to lift the floorboard and helped me get up. I thanked him and made my way back upstairs, grumbling about how Bobby needs to fix his goddamn floorboards. Much more carefully this time I went back to my hiding spot and grabbed my bag which had somehow managed to get caught and was still up there. I threw it onto my back and turned to the intruder who was still standing there, staring at me like he wasn't sure if I was real or not.
"What?" I said, turning to him. I have no problem with the following but the staring was really creeping me out.
"Oh. Sorry." He muttered, walking round the room, seeming as if he was looking for something. I found one of the chair in the corner and after checking it wouldn't cave in if I sat on it I sat down, looking to the man who had managed to find a compartment in the fireplace and was flipping through a book he found there.
"Hey, who are you anyway?" I said to him, realising that I was gonna be stuck with him for a while so I might as well work out who he is. He looked up at me, an incredulous look on his face.
"Dean Winchester. You?" He said. I just stared at him, a look of shock on my face. Dean Winchester. This is Dean Winchester?
"You.. You actually exist?" I said, still in shock.
"Uh, last time I checked. Yeah." He replied, looking a bit confused. "Why? Has Bobby told you about me?" He said, looking quite proud of himself. Oh my god. Dean Winchester exists. Does that mean all the creatures they hunt exist too?
"You're a hunter. Oh my god. It all exists." I said, getting up and walking towards him. I was still in a state of shock and confusion. "Demons, Wendigos, Spirits, Shaper Shifters, Werewolves, Vampires, Angels. They all exist. I am so dead." I muttered, slumping back down into the chair, a horrified expression on my face. I wasn't sure whether to jump for joy or throw up. Both sounded equally likely.
"Oh Bobby when I next see you, you are so dead." I muttered to myself.
"Uh, are you ok?" Dean asked, coming towards me and crouching down in front of me, a slip of paper in his hands. I nodded, my head still hurting from the confusion. Now really wasn't a good time to be freaking out. I've kept my cool this long, I need it back. I breathed out and shook myself. Ok, let's sort this out.
"Right, so what's going on now, whenever now is?" I asked, looking back up to Dean's face, determined to find out what was going on. He grinned and got back up, eager to get going.
"I'll tell you as long as you promise not to freak out, cause that wastes time." Dean said, looking back at me. I just gave him a look that said 'Are you for real?'. Eventually he just sighed and told me, listing something about a Croatoan Virus and how the whole world was infected. He also said something about how it's actually the 1st of August 2014 not 2009 and he had been zapped here by an angel and he had no idea how I got here. Though it seemed like he was holding something back, but I ignored it for now. I'll weasel it out of him later.
"So. That's why you looked at me weirdly. You were trying to work out if I was infected?" I said, everything making a bit more sense now. I was very open minded about these things, you had to be if you spent half your childhood with my uncle. I looked up to Dean to see him looking at me weirdly again. I guess he didn't expect me to take it that well. He obviously thought wrong, I only have the most of one break down a day. When I raised an eyebrow at him he snapped out of it, nodding his head.
"Ok. I guess we need to get going then. What did you find in that book that made you so eager to get out of here?" I said, standing up and taking the slip of paper out of his hand. It was a picture, I realised.
"Bobby," I muttered, looking at the picture with a smile. There he was, with lots of other men. All seemed to be carrying guns and looking pissed off if I might say so myself. I looked at the sign next to them. 'Camp Chitaqua'. Ok, so we need to find this place and see what the hell is going on and how we can get the hell outta here. I looked back to Dean to see if he knew anything else about the picture but he was in deep thought staring at the sideways wheelchair in the middle of the room. I refused to think about that, I couldn't risk putting myself in danger thinking like that when I could get myself killed. Bobby would definitely smack me upside the head for that.
"Dean?" I said carefully, breaking him out of his stupor. From the way Bobby told the stories of the Winchesters it was always like he was a father to them and looking at Dean now he probably was. I can only imagine how difficult this was for him. But we didn't have time to grieve.
"Do you know anything else about this picture? Like who any of the other men are or where this camp is?" I finished, moving closer to him and showing him the picture again, so he could point out things if need be. Dean looked back at the picture, looking over it briefly.
"That man there at the side," Dean said, pointing to a dark haired man wearing a jacket way too big for him and staring off to the side, a vacant look on his face, "that's Castiel." Dean finished. Castiel. I wracked my brain for information Bobby might have told me about him, the name seemed familiar. Oh, that's right. The angel.
"Do you think he'll be able to help us, with him being an angel and all? Hopefully he can zap us back or something." I said hopefully, looking from Dean to the picture, just really wanting to get home. Of course I got no reply. Internally sighed at the man, hoping he would stop moping and be useful.
"Ok. Well he's not gonna be able to help us from here and I have a feeling we should keep moving. So let's go." I said, putting the crumpled picture in my coat pocket and moving towards the door, Dean close behind me. When we got out Dean walked in front of me and gestured to the beat up old truck he must have grabbed.
"Huh. I was expecting the impala to be so much prettier." I said, huffing animatedly. Dean made an indignant noise.
"As if I'd let my baby get into such a state. No. I woke up without her. I had to deal with this piece of junk." He said, kicking the truck, making it make a wheezing noise. It didn't sound healthy. I walked Dean over to the car I hijacked, thinking it was in a much better condition than the thing he was travelling in. I quickly got into the front, letting Dean take the driver's side as I had a feeling he'd know where to go better than me. He took one look two and fro across the street, looking for any Croatoans. None. But that didn't mean there wouldn't be. He quickly turned the engine on and speeded out the road as quickly as possible, getting straight onto the empty motorway. Let's just hope we can get to this camp quick and find some answers.