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Chapter Six
Marthe's POV
Just as we passed the flattened trees the sun started setting in the horizon.
We'd been walking for miles before we stumbled across an abandoned convenient store. It looked abandoned at least even though the lights were on nobody was in the shop. I looked over at Jensen,
"We going to check it out or leave it?"
Jensen looked at me, "Well, I don't know where you've been but where I was I didn't get food for what felt like a year so I'm starved as hell. Pun intended. C'mon, let's go and grab something to eat."
I nodded and pretended as if I didn't know what he meant by his pun. As we drew nearer to the store we saw that it was empty. No shopkeepers were there; no customers were there. I raised an eyebrow at Jensen and as if he knew what I was asking he just shrugged and carried on towards the store. When we got into the store I could see every food product imaginable.
"Do you have any money to pay for this stuff?" I asked Jensen, just as I see him grabbing food down off the shelves.
He shrugged, "I haven't had money on me in like months. Why would I now?"
"How have you survived, then? Where have you been that's allowed you to be without your money?" I questioned him, raising an eyebrow.
He smirked, "You wouldn't want to know that, princess."
I rolled my eyes, "Don't call me that. You know your not Dean Winchester. Just stop acting like him."
"Yeah, yeah. Believe whatever you want, blondie. You're the one that's talking crazy." Jensen said, looking at some magazines which was, in fact, Busty Asian Beauties.
"Seriously, dude? Really?" I said, looking at the magazine in disgust.
"What? It's just porn and good porn at that." Jensen shrugged, and went back to the magazine.
"Yeah, whatever. Pervert." I muttered, and then went to grab some food before Jensen could retaliate.
I went towards the food section of the store and grabbed some food that would last us for a few days. I didn't know how long it would be till we got to Jim's place so I got some sandwiches, crisps and because I wanted to see how good this guy was with playing Dean Winchester, I got a couple of pies too. I got some beer and some none-alcoholic drinks as well. When I went to the counter there still wasn't anyone to be seen. I sighed and began to dig around in my pockets to see if I had any change. I pulled out a few euro coins and placed them onto the corner and then started looking around for a piece of paper.
"Euros? Where the hell are you from?" Jensen asked, staring at the money wide eyed.
"Belgium." I answered, shrugging while grabbing a piece of spare paper and a pen before writing a note,
I'm sorry that we took some products and didn't properly pay for the items. There is €20 to pay for it all. I hope this will be enough so that you can get a lot from the exchange.
Sorry again,
Marthe Bogheart.
"Nice to finally meet you, Marthe." Jensen said, smirking.
"I'm surprised you aren't freaking out about me being in the US when I'm from Belgium." I said, looking at him curiously.
He shrugged, "There could be a number of reasons but when we get to Bobby's we'll be doing a few tests on you just to make sure you are who you say you are."
"Tests? What kind of tests?" I knew exactly what he meant but I was trying to show off that I didn't know anything.
"Don't worry, just some questions and identification methods that's all." Jensen brushed the topic off.
I shrugged and left the note on the counter and followed Jensen out of the store. Even though I had seen the show I didn't know just how far it was to Jim's place from where we were. We walked in silence for up to an hour before Jensen broke the silence,
"So, how did you end up in that pit then?"
"You're going to think that I'm crazy once I've told you my story." I warned him.
Jensen shrugged, "I've heard a lot of crazy shit in my time; I'm sure your story won't surprise me in the slightest."
I rolled my eyes, "I'm sure you won't be as cocky after I've finished. Anyway, I was in my home in Belgium and I was making my way to university-"
"Wait, you're in University? What degree are you studying?" Jensen asked, looking interested.
"Er, I'm doing a law degree. Or was." I stated, looking at him curiously.
"Law, huh? My little brother, Sammy, used to do a law degree." Jensen commented, a small smile on his lips.
I raised my eyebrow, "Alright then, weirdo. As I was just saying, I was going to University and when I walked across the road there was a car that slammed into me. The last thing I remember was lying on the ground while people were surrounding me."
Jensen stared at me, "So, what happened then?"
I shrugged, "I woke up where you found me. Don't ask me how or why; I have no idea myself."
"Great, another big unsolved mystery for us to unfold. C'mon, I want to just use that pay phone to phone somebody." Jensen said, gesturing to where the phone was.
"You had money on you the whole time and yet you didn't use any of it to pay for the food?" I asked, staring at him incredulously.
He shrugged, "I'm not a goody-two shoes like yourself. Also, I keep money for when I actually need it."
"And making a phone call is more important than buying food?" I asked, letting the insult slide.
"Yeah, especially when there wasn't anyone manning the store. Anyway, shut up for a moment, would you? I'm trying to call Bobby."
He starts keying in the number as I wait around the booth. I hear a woman's automated voice as she says, "We're sorry. You have reached a number that has been disconnected."
"Damn it. Why does he have to have so many numbers and change them all the time?" Jensen muttered, slamming the phone back onto the receiver and then picking it back up to key in another number.
"Sounds like a weirdo to me. Why would you have to change your number a lot?" I questioned him.
All I got in response was a glare before someone answered the phone. Someone who sounded very much like Robert Singer.
"Bobby." Jensen said, uncertainly.
The voice at the end of the line answered.
"It's me." Jensen stated, making me want to face palm myself in frustration.
Another reply from the mysterious voice.
"Dean." Jensen answered, but just as he did so there was a noise that came from the phone that sounded a lot like someone had just hung up on him.
"So, what now?" I asked him, looking around at our surroundings.
There was nothing special to where we were. We were near some stores but all of them were generally quiet. I guessed that this was because it was the middle of the night. I looked back at Jensen to see him dialing the same number as before back into the system.
"You know, when someone hangs up on you it generally means they don't want to talk to you." I told him, sarcastically.
"Look, I don't want to have to deal with you right now. I've got my own problems to deal with and then we'll deal with yours, deal?" Jensen asked, looking at me.
I sighed but nodded in agreement.
"Bobby, listen to me."
The other person on the end of the line answered back to what sounded like a threat and then hung up again.
"Great plan, genius. Now what do we do?" I asked him, hauling the stuff up that I'd planted on the ground minutes before.
"We do the only thing we can do; go to Bobby's."
It took us several hours and a few lost turns before we arrived at Jim's place. It was exactly what it had been like in the Supernatural series. I shook my head, I can't think like this since none of this is real. I followed Jensen up to the porch with nerves in my stomach. I didn't know what we heading into but I trusted him that he knew what he was doing. When we got to the front door Jensen ponded hard on the door twice.
The door creaked open to reveal none other than Jim Beaver on the other side of doorway. He looked so in character that I had trouble in believing that he really was the real Bobby Singer. Jim didn't even glance at me since he was staring at Jensen cautiously and with a look of disbelief on his face.
"Surprise." Jensen said, smiling warily; making me want to roll my eyes but I controlled myself.
"I, I don't…" Jim said, but trailed off when he couldn't think of anything to say.
"Yeah me neither." Jensen takes it upon himself to enter Jim's house so I follow suite, hoping that it was alright for me to do so. "But here I am."
Suddenly, Jim launches himself at Jensen and Jensen pushed me out of the way so that I wouldn't end up in the fight. I see that Jim tries to knife Jensen but thankfully he only manages to backhand him. However, Jensen quickly jumps back and keeps his distance from the man.
"Bobby, it's me." Jensen said, throwing his arms up in surrender.
"My ass." Jim growls, looking at Jensen with distaste clearly on his face.
Just for extra pre-cautions Jensen shoves a chair in between and then his arms are in the air again, "Woah, woah, woah, wait! Your name is Robert Steven Singer. You became a hunter after your wife got possessed, and… you're about the closest thing I have to a father. Bobby. It's me."
It looked like Jim was reconsidering and actually believing what Jensen was saying. So far so that he placed his hand on Jensen's shoulder and lowers the knife. However, this is just a momentary distraction and a second later Jim has thrown himself at Jensen again; the knife stretched out to try and get any exposed skin on Jensen. Thankfully Jensen is quicker this time and is able to disarm him.
"I'm not a shapesifter." Jensen said, exasperated.
"Then you're a Revenant!" Jim exclaims, spewing out a word that I have no clue of what it's meaning was.
With a shove from Jensen, Jim stumbles backwards away from Jensen. Jensen grips the knife and holds it out above his arm. I almost want to try and stop him but I see the look of determination on his face and knew that there would be no point in even trying.
"Alright, if I was either, could I do this; with a silver knife?"
With his sleeve rolled up he places the knife on his arm and scrapes it along his skin. I have to look away slightly as blood spilled over his arm. The expression on Jim's face went from disbelieving to believing.
"Dean?" Jim asked, sounding hopeful.
"That's what I've been trying to tell you." Jensen said, rolling his sleeve back down.
Without another word Jim crosses the room and embraces Jensen. I stand there feeling awkward; not knowing what to say. Finally, they pull apart.
"It's…It's good to see you, boy." Jim said, as if it's the most natural thing to say after what had just happened.
"Yeah, you too."
"But… how did you bust out?" Jim looks at him curiously.
"I don't know. I just, uh, I just woke up in a pine box.."
Suddenly there was spluttering from Jensen and when I looked up I could see that he was soaking wet. I couldn't help but let a little giggle slip out at the sight of him.
"I'm not a demon either, you know." Jensen said, looking frustrated.
"Sorry. Can't be too careful." Jim shrugged, and then he suddenly spotted me as if I had never been in the room at all. "Who's this lovely lady, then?"
Just as I was about to speak, water was splashed over me; the same way it had been with Jensen. "Thanks. Really, that's what I always wanted was to be soaked."
"Sorry, kiddo. Can't be too careful around here." Jim explained, putting down the bucket that he had been holding.
"This is Marthe. Apparently, she's all the way from Belgium and has no idea how she got to the US." Jensen told Jim, while handing me a towel so that I could dry myself.
"Really, now?" Jim looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a curious expression on his face. "Where are you from exactly?"
"She's already told me, Bobby. Don't be too harsh on her." Jensen said, seemingly trying to make life easier for me.
"I don't think she's telling the whole truth. Don't ask me why, it's just a feeling I've got." Jim answered, still looking at me and waiting for my answer.
I sighed, "Fine. I'll tell you but you're not going to believe me."
"I've been through a lot and seen a lot in my time, kiddo. Just try me, blondie." Jim said.
I rolled my eyes at the nicknames, "Fine but don't tell me that I didn't warn you. First of all, what date is it today?"
"5th October. Why is that important?" Jim asked me.
"What year is it?" I persisted, ignoring the curious looks I was getting from both of the men.
"2009." Jim answered.
My body went stock still for a few minutes while I was trying to process this new information. I don't know why this was the information that shocked me the most when I was in a room with two very clearly deranged men in front of me but it was. After a few minutes Jensen waved his hand in front of my face,
"Marthe? You still there?"
I shook my head, "Sorry but where I'm from it's 2014. None of this is real."
Both of the men stared at me with shock and disbelief on their faces which didn't surprise me in the slightest. Just as I thought that the silence was going to go on forever Jim spoke up,
"You're from the bloody future? Are you trying to prank us or something? And what do you mean 'None of this is real'?"
"I wish this was a terrible prank from my part but what I'm saying is true. It was July 2014 when I was in Belgium and now it's October 2009 so do you have any other explanation that might explain all this?" I asked him, but not waiting for an answer I carried on. "And as for the whole 'None of this is real' again, you wouldn't believe me. Especially since you can't even get your heads around time travel and that being a possibility. Don't worry, I'm having difficulty believing it myself."
"Try us." Jensen encouraged me as he nodded his head over to Jim and then himself.
I sighed, "Look, this is going to sound crazy but from where I'm from this is all a TV show. You two are actors who play the characters of Dean Winchester and Bobby Singer. This isn't real."
Both men stared at me for a few seconds with their mouths agape before Jim spoke up, "If it's not real then why are you here?"
I shrugged, "I've no idea why I'm here. Look, all I know is that somehow I'm in an alternate universe that was a TV show where I'm from. I'm keeping nothing from you."
Jim kept staring at me before letting out a sigh, "Well, I have to say this is new to me. Time travel's one thing but alternate universes? Never heard of such a thing."
"Oh, c'mon, you can't actually believe her, can you? This is ridiculous. This isn't Doctor Who or whatever." Jensen said.
"Yeah, and it's not like it's ridiculous of an idea of you coming back from hell now, is it? And, it's not like Doctor Who, no, it's more like Supernatural." I said, sarcastically.
"How the hell did you know about that? I'm guessing you know from the alternate universe, right?" Jensen shot back, looking irritated at me.
"C'mon, you guys. Stop messing around. Is this a prank or something? Look, it's cool to be around you when you are acting your characters out but this is getting to be incredibly ridiculous now." I said, pacing up and down the room in frustration.
"How can we make you believe that we're Bobby Singer and Dean Winchester, girlie?" Jim asked me.
"I don't know. Show me something that's supernatural." I suggested; although I really didn't want to know about the supernatural just yet in case this whole situation was more real than I thought it was.
Jim looked around the room we were in, "Well, unfortunately I don't get into the habit of collecting supernatural beings when I've met them. Usually I end up killing them."
"Charming." I muttered, while still pacing the room and not giving them my attention because of all the thinking I was doing.
"Right." Jim said. "Look, we can't help you right now with your situation since we don't exactly know what kind of situation you're in. Dean, on the other hand, knows how he got here."
"I wouldn't describe it like that, Bobby. I don't know how I came out of hell." Jensen said, still looking at me as if I were a bomb about to blow up.
"And that part doesn't make a lick of sense." Jim said, looking back at Jensen.
"Yeah, you're preaching to the choir." Jensen's voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Dean. Your chest was ribbons, your insides were slop. And you've been buried four months. Even if you could slip out of hell and back into you're meat suit-"
"I know, I should look like a Thriller video reject." Jensen interrupted, causing me to snort and the men of the room to look at me curiously before continuing on with their conversation.
"What do you remember?" Jim asked, looking at Jensen intently.
"Not much. I remember I was a Hellhound's chew toy, and then… lights out. Then I come to six feet under that was it. Sam's number's not working. He's uh, … he's not…"
Jim went to sit down on a chair near a table filled with documents and books that covered every corner. "Oh, he's alive. As far as I know."
Jensen sighed, "Good… Wait, what do you mean, as far as you know?"
Jim looked uneasy as he answered, "I haven't talked to him for months."
Jensen looked sharply towards him, "You're kidding, you just let him go off by himself?"
"I'm sure he's a big boy. Can't he look after himself?" I asked, looking at Jensen with a raised eyebrow.
Jim nodded to my direction, "The girl's right. He was dead set on it."
"I have a name, you know." I said, looking at Jim but he pointedly ignored me.
"Bobby, you should have been looking for him." Jensen said.
"I tried. These past few months haven't exactly been easy, you know. For him or me. We had to bury you." Jim said, looking pained at the memories that seemed to be flooding back.
Jensen sighed, "Why did you bury me, anyway?"
"Er, that's what normal people do to dead people?" I told him, raising an eyebrow at all the crazy I was listening into.
"Sorry, princess, but as you can tell we're not exactly normal." Jensen said, pointing to himself and then to Jim.
"Yeah, I think I got that thanks." I muttered, deciding to stay out of their conversation from now on.
"He's correct, princess. You're going to have to get used to us if you're staying with us. Anyway, Dean, I wanted you salted and burned. Usual drill. But… Sam wouldn't have it." Jim said, sounding hesitant.
"Well, I'm glad he won that one." Jensen smirked, while sitting down on a spare chair.
"He said you'd need a body when he got back home somehow. That's about all he said." Jim said, shrugging.
Jensen's smirk fell from his face, "What do you mean?"
"He was quiet. Real quiet. And then he just took off. Wouldn't return my calls. I tried to find him, but he didn't want to be found." Jim explained.
"Oh, dammit, Sammy." Jensen cursed, running his fingers through his hair.
"What?" Jim asked, looking curiously at him.
Jensen sighed, "Oh, he got me home okay. But whatever he did, it is bad mojo."
"What makes you so sure?" Jim asked, and I silently agreed with him.
"You should have seen the grave site that Marthe and I were in. It was like a nuke went off. And then there was this … this force, this presence, I don't know, but it, but it blew past me at a fill-up joint. And then this."
Jensen reached to the top of his shirt and pulled it down to show off part of his chest. However, I wasn't as distracted at his muscle as I thought I'd be since I was now looking at the handprint that was clearly placed near his shoulder.
"What in the hell?" Jim asked, staring at the branded mark.
"It was like a demon yanked me out. Or rode me out." Jensen commented, and I rolled my eyes at innuendo.
"But why?" Jim asked, ignoring the last comment.
"To hold up their end of the bargain." Jensen said pointedly.
Jim glanced at me suspiciously as if he wasn't sure that what he was to say he should say in front of me, "You think Sam made a deal?"
"It's what I would have done."
Jensen soon got to work on finding the guy that was obviously acting as Sam. I hovered near Jim at his desk while Jensen talked to someone on the phone.
"Yeah, hi, I have a cell phone account with you guys, and uh, I lost my phone. I was wondering if you could turn the GPS on for me. Yeah. Name's Wedge Antilles. Social is 2-4-7-4. Thank you."
"Born liar, that one." I commented, while Jensen hung up.
Jim chuckled and then went back to Jensen, "How'd you know he'd use that name?"
"You kiddn' me? What don't I know about that kid?" Jensen asked, while typing something into his laptop.
Just as something was loading Jensen had a look around the room and spotted quite a few of the beer bottles that were strewn around the room, "Hey, Bobby? What's the deal with the liquor store? What, are your parents out of town or something?"
I looked at him with a disbelieving expression on my face. He noticed and just shrugged. I rolled my eyes, "Men; you're so bloody insensitive."
Jim gave me a small smile out of gratitude, "Like I said. Last few months haven't been easy."
Jensen's gaze went over to Jim's and there was eye contact for a few awkward minutes, "Right."
Just as things were starting to get super awkward the laptop beeped with the information that we needed.
"Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois." Jensen told us.
"Right near where you two were planted." Jim commented, nodding at Jensen and me.
"Right where I popped up. Hell of a coincidence, don't you think?" Jensen questioned.
Ignoring the pun I asked, "Right, I'm guessing we're off to see this Sam guy then?"
Both of the men looked at me and nodded and then got on with getting ready for the road trip.
We arrived at dingy looking motel when it was early in the morning. I had no time to wonder over the Impala that I'd just been allowed to sit in the back of right now; I could do that later. Right, now I just wanted my mess to be sorted out; however long that may take. We entered the motel and told the receptionist who we were here to see. The woman at the desk gave us directions and then we set off to where he were supposed to be. There wasn't much talking happening so I stayed quiet throughout the whole journey. It didn't take us long to find the right room. When we arrived we could hear some voices; one that definitely sounded like a young woman's voice.
"Kinky bastard." Jensen chuckled, as he knocked on the door.
I tsked at him but then suddenly fell silent as the door opened. There, in the doorway, stood none other that Jared Padalecki. Or Sam Winchester as he was known here. The girl that we heard moments ago wasn't anywhere in sight. Jared stood stock still and was staring at Jensen with a shocked face.
"Heya, Sammy." Jensen said, smiling slightly.
Jensen takes it upon himself to walk into the room. Jared still stands there looking completely shocked and I start to get worried with what he might do next. I decide to stand at the other side of the doorway and it's a good thing that I do because suddenly Jared launches himself at Jensen with a knife; a knife similar to what Jim had. Jensen quickly blocks the attack and Jim grabs Jared off Jensen by the shoulders and sets him back on the ground.
"Who are you?" Jared yelled, still struggling in Jim's grip.
Jensen gave him a confused look, "Like you didn't do this?"
"Do what?" Jared asked.
Jim sighed, "It's him. It's him. I've been through this already, it's really him."
"What?" Jared asked, seemingly having trouble talking.
"I know, I look fantastic." Jensen said, smirking; making me snort again.
Jared looks at me for the first time with surprise.
"We'll explain everything later." Jim told him, motioning towards me.
"So, what did it cost?" Jensen asked.
Before the conversation could go any further there was movement at the back of the room. Someone started to come into view; the girl that we had heard from behind the door. She had dyed jet black hair, with pale skin and eyeliner. She wore dark clothes and hoodie over the top of her shirt.
Jensen noticed the girl come into the room, "Didn't know you into goth chics, Sammy."
The dark haired girl rolled her eyes, "Can we skip introductions and just sort out the problem at hand here, please?"
Jensen 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." Dark-haired girl explained, talking rather slowly.
I giggled slightly as if we had shared an inside joke. Fake-Dean glared at the dark-haired girl 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?" Dark- haired girl asked them, looking at all of them in disbelief.
"They do." I piped 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." Jared retorted, raising an eyebrow at the dark-haired girl.
"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?" Jim asked, looking around the dingy motel room.
Jared 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." The dark-haired girl muttered, sarcasm dripping from her voice.
Jim cracked a smile in her 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. The dark-haired girl began to protest,
"You're too old to be using the couch! At least let me sleep on the couch tonight."
Jim 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."
The dark-haired girl gave up arguing and laid down on the mattress. It wasn't a particularly comfy mattress but I didn't complain. The dark-haired girl saw me lay down next to her and curl up. The dark-haired girl glanced towards me,
"Good night."
I smiled, "Good night. Hopefully this thing will all blow over by tomorrow."
The dark-haired girl nodded and without any effort on her behalf at all, her eyes slid shut and she drifted into darkness. It took me a little while longer to drift off to sleep since I was thinking over what had happened today but I must have not realised how tired I had been since the next thing I knew I was sound asleep.
Whoohoo! Super long chapter! If you're wondering how I'm getting all the text from the show it's through Super-Wiki. They have all the transcripts from Seasons 1-9 online right now so props to them. I'm basically going to be using these for the main plots/famous dialogue scenes. Can't wait to hear your thoughts. I'll post Chapter 7 next Thursday. I'm already writing Chapter 16 at the moment but it's been put on the back-burner because of college work and NaNoWriMo so I'll get back to it by the end of the month :) Anyways, hope you enjoy the story and have a great weekend/rest of the week - Toodles! x