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Chapter Five
Siobhan's POV
The quicker I researched hopefully the quicker I could get home.
"So, when is Bobby coming over?" I asked, becoming bored of the print on the pages that were in front of me.
I still thought that this guy was insane in believing all of this but I thought better than to question it and just go with the flow. We were in a hotel room that looked like nobody bothered to clean it up. There was a couch in one wall with a bed right next to it. We were sitting in a little kitchen that held storage, a sink, a cooker and a fridge. The guy who was apparently Sam and I were sitting on a couple of chairs that were either side of a small table that was covered with books and pieces of paper.
Fake-Sam glanced up from what he was reading, "Probably about an hour, give or take."
"Great. So what do we do for that time, then?"
"Ever heard of reading? Anyway, I told you, we need to figure out how to get you back home." Fake-Sam said, turning another page of the book he was reading.
"I don't think a book is going to help us." I said, shrugging.
Fake-Sam sighed in frustration, "And why's that? Please enlighten me."
I growled, "Well, have you ever heard of time travel or alternate universes for that matter?"
Fake-Sam looked at me dumbfounded.
"I thought not." I answered for him, getting up out of my chair and heading for the kitchen.
"W-wait! What do you mean time travel and alternate universe realities? There's no such thing!" Fake-Sam spluttered, wide-eyed.
I shrugged, "I'm not sure about the alternate universe reality. This is all probably a joke someone has pulled and I'm still in my universe but, c'mon, 2009 was 5 years ago."
"You're from 2014?" Fake-Sam asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I know, it sounds mad but it's true." I shrugged, "Somehow I travelled back in time. I remember it was July in my time or universe or whatever if that helps."
"Well, it's October now. God, I do need Bobby's help. To be honest, this maybe too complicated for him to help out with." Fake-Sam sighed, resting his head on his hands.
"So, I'm stuck here now right?" I asked, picking up a glass and getting myself a drink of water.
Fake-Sam nodded, "Look, we'll figure something out. We always do but for now you should just stay with me. You'll be safer with me."
I rolled my eyes, "Yes, because that's just the logical plan to everything. Let me just stay with an insane guy who thinks he's from a TV show. I feel safer already."
"Sorry, but I don't think I'm the one that's insane here." Fake-Sam tried to point out.
I glared at him, "Right, because this whole set up is real right? It's not just a set in Vancouver?"
Just as Fake-Sam was about to answer back there was a loud knock on the door.
"Finally, Bobby's here. You just wait here while I go and talk to him." Fake-Sam instructed me.
I shrugged and went to where I thought the bathroom was to freshen up. When I got to the bathroom I decided to keep the door ajar to listen into the conversation. I could only pick up certain words and sentences of the conversation such as "Hello Bobby.", "Where the hell have you been boy?". "Dean!?" "Yeah, hello to you too." And "Who's that girl?" "I have a name you know."
The voice seemed to be European but I couldn't name where it was from. It was a voice I didn't recognise so I decided to edge my way towards the doorway. The closer I got the more I could hear,
"It's him. It's him. I've been through this already; it's really him."
Another voice entered them; closer this time, "So, what did it cost?"
I stepped out into the light of the room and stood beside one of the kitchen counters and looked at the three men and one woman that were in the room. The woman looked eerily familiar but I couldn't place my finger on it so I gave up and looked over at the men. Fake-Sam was looking between Fake-Dean and Fake-Bobby with confusion and wide eyes. Fake-Dean seemed to be glaring at Fake-Sam with something like annoyance on his face whereas Fake-Bobby was just looking between them and looking as if he didn't know what to do with either of them. I stepped forward and that seemed to be just enough to get back Fake-Sam's attention as he startled out of his reverie and looked back at me. The other men followed his gaze and saw me for the first time.
"I didn't know you were into the goth chics, Sammy." Fake-Dean commented, smirking.
I rolled my eyes, "Can we skip introductions and just sort out the problem at hand here, please?"
Fake-Dean nodded, "I like this girl. Straight to the point. Ok, how the hell did I end up back on top?"
"Excuse me, what are we talking about here? The problem was about me and not being able to get back home. That's why Fake-Sam here called Fake-Bobby." I explained, talking rather slowly.
The girl with blond hair and a European accent giggled slightly as if we had shared an inside joke. Fake-Dean glared at me before saying,
"Look, I don't know what the hell your on about but I've just had the worst year of my life and I don't want to be coming back to some crazy voodoo right now. I just want to know why I came back from hell."
"You actually believe in hell? None of that stuff is real, you know that right?" I asked them, looking at all of them in disbelief.
"They do." The girl who hadn't spoken a word yet spoke up, "They're just as crazy as you think they are."
"I'm sorry, but you were the one talking about time travel and alternate universes so I don't think you should be questioning our sanity." Fake-Sam retorted, raising an eyebrow at me.
"Boys, give the girls a break. They're just as confused and tired as we are. Let's sleep it off and talk in the morning, ok? Sam, do you have a spare bed or something?" Fake-Bobby asked, looking around the dingy motel room.
Fake-Sam shrugged, "I don't believe so. You can take the couch and make yourself comfortable on the floor if you can't find any."
"Such a gentleman." I muttered, sarcasm dripping from my voice.
Fake-Bobby cracked a smile in my direction before going to search for a spare bed. Thankfully, he found two mattresses that we could use instead of the floor. He insisted on me and the girl in using them. I began to protest,
"You're too old to be using the couch! At least let me sleep on the couch tonight."
Fake-Bobby smiled slightly, "Just because I'm old doesn't mean I can't do something simple like sleeping on a couch. Trust me, I've been in much worse situations then this."
I gave up arguing and laid down on the mattress. It wasn't a particularly comfy mattress but I didn't complain. I saw the girl lie down next to me and curl up. I glanced towards her,
"Good night."
She smiled, "Good night. Hopefully this thing will all blow over by tomorrow."
I nodded and without any effort on my behalf at all, my eyes slid shut and I drifted into darkness.
Hey guys! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! Sorry I keep nearly forgetting to post on the Thursday's that I'm supposed to post. Anywho's Marthe's chapter coming up next. I've just written chapter 15 so I'm a good 10 chapters ahead which is great since I'm participating in NaNoWriMo next month so I don't think I'll be able to focus much on my fanfic writing. I will still be posting once a week so don't worry! Anyways, Happy Halloween! Toodles! x