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I hope you enjoy this chapter while I am slowly dying because school starts tomorrow (please save me).
The apartment is small but better than any motel. There is simple kitchen, small living room and one bedroom. I walk further inside and say, "Nice place you got here." John just grunts.
Uncomfortable silence surrounds us and to be honest I don't know what to say. Cause I can't like start talking about the time travelling , I'd end up back in the nuthouse. "So where is the bathroom I gotta take dump?", I say breaking the silence. Sam just points where it is.
The bathroom is also pretty small with regular stuff toilet, shower etc. For my surprise I find out that the bathroom door doesn't have lock. Great! I do my deed's, wash my hands and walk out. I stop on my tracks when I see my dad cooking, COOKING. "What's for dinner?", I ask curiously. "Chicken", dad answers simply and in a tone like it is normal that he is making dinner.
I sit next to Sam on the kitchen table. "Watcha doing Sammy?", I ask teasingly. "It's Sam and I'm doing homework.", Sam says annoyed but I can see that there is relief mixed up. "On FRIDAY?", I say with a chuckle. "Yeah, I have to do this essay for Monday and I want to do it without hurry.", Sam says like it explains the fact that he is studying on Friday. I let it slide so I just ask him what is it about.
"I have to write about the world war II", Sammy says while taking notes. "Okay, I remember when I had to write essay about that and let's say I nailed it", I say recalling getting F+ from it. "Yeah sure", Sam say's smile on his face.
"How's School?", I ask wondering, should I be in school too. " It's okay.", "Ohh Sammy has a girlfriend", I say laughing. Sam's face goes red and he shouts," No I don't!". "Samanthaa!", I tease. Sam throws his note book in my face. "Samantha there is no reason to get violent", I keep teasing. "Jerk", Sam say annoyed but smiling. "Bitch", I answer with a smile.
While I ate I found out that I am on my senior year and I should be graduating soon. Dad said that the school board were thinking that I should re-do my senior year because they think that my 'illenss' has been main problem why my grades were so bad in last year and also in this year. My grades are or were so bad because I simply didn't find time to think or worry about some essays and stuff.
School wasn't important to me. I knew that I wasn't going to College. I knew that I would be in the family business. Actually when I was seventeen I never thought about life without hunting not like Sam did. Maybe I should try to take school for once seriously. Who get's the opportunity to go back to highschool. Well first things first. I have to find a way to get myself back in my time.
"Dad, I don't want to re-do this school year.", I say. I can do some research while I am 'at school'. If I stay at here I can't do anything because dad'll follow every move I make. "You sure Dean? Maybe you really should go it trough again?", Sammy says as he stuffs food in his mouth. "Yeah Sam I'm sure, so dad what do you say?", I say determined."It's okay for me but I think we should discuss this with your doctor first", Dad says while reading a newspaper probably looking for hunts.
"No need for that", I say, " I have my med's and they're working and I really wanna go okay?". Dad studies me and nod's, meaning that I won. I'm going to school. Fantastick. Sam gives me a weird look and I could hear him mutter something about the meds making me weird.
The day turned to evening and I was starting to feel drowsy. Fucking pills. " I think I'm going to go to bed", I say slurring and glansing at the clock, it was 9pm. Why do I have to be so tired, "Where do I sleep?", " There are two bed's in the bedroom for you and Sam", John say's tiredly. "What about you Dad, don't tell me you are sleeping on the couch?", " Dean! It's okay.", Dad says. "But Dad", I whine," I can sleep on the couch"
"No but's Dean now go to bed", Dad says commanding. "Yes sir", I say as I go to the bed defeated. I fall asleep pretty quickly. I dreamed of hell.
I wake up covered in cold sweat. God I need a shower. I glance at Sam's bed and see that he not there. I hear quiet conversation coming from the kitchen. I decide to get up and go to eat something.
I moan as I eat greasy burger dad got me. Sam makes disgusted sound and I laugh. "What?", I ask from Sam with a laugh. "You are disgusting", Sam say's with a snicker. "Disgusting huh? You should've tasted the hospital food. Because that was disgusting.", I say mouth full of food. Sam just huffs. We continue eating in silence.
I seriously had forgot about the med's I had to take untill the moment dad put two huge pills in front of me with a glass of water. I look up to my dad and his expression tells me that if I don't take them voluntarily he'll force them down my throat. Not wanting that, I take both of the pills one for depression and one for schizophrenia in my hand and wash them down with the water. Fuck they taste awful.
After that dad decided to go my daily routine trough with Sam and me. So shortened version. My day' have to start with strong breakfast followed by medication that I have to take latest at 10am. I have to eat five times a day. At lest the first month I should have somekind of guardian with me all times. I have to avoid stressfull situations. And I can exercise but for the first month very lightly. In to the weekly program were marked my therapy sessions etc.
The weekend passed too quickly and it is now Monday. I have to got to school, yay. We ate breakfast, I took my medications and before I knew it I was sitting in Impala parked in front of school. Dad drove because apparently I am not allowed to drive anymore. Fantastic, fucking fantastic.
Sam and I started walking towards the school. Sam showed me where the office is and then headed to his class because he didn't want to be late. Geek.
"Hey! Excuse me I am Dean Winchester and well, yeah I'm new.", I say awkwardly. A women with big wide smile blasted on her face says, "Oh we've been expecting you." .I smirk a little.
"Let me give you your schedule", the women digs trough big stack of papers, "Here you go!", she dumps papers in my hands. "So today your first class would be math but you have to do placement test to figure out which class you should attend.", She dived into the paper stack again.
"Here we go,", she says as she gives me the test," You have about 70 minutes time to do that." motions me to follow her. We stop in front of a door which says counselor. "You do this here in counselors office and after you're done give it to her, then she'll show you around", the woman says as we walk trough the door. "Hey Kristen! Dean Winchesters here to do the placement test for math", the women shouts. I get greeted by youngish woman.
I sit down on a desk and start doing the test. The test is surprisingly easy but I answer most of them wrong, intentionally. I don't want to surprisingly be 'good' at math. Gosh I am going towards being forty and I am doing a placement test. Shit I am going to die in boredom here.
I did the test in reality about 20 minutes but I 'did' it in 45 minutes. "I'm ready", I say to the counselor. "Oh, you were fast", she say's with a surprise. I just shrug.
"So next class you have is history with Mr. Royan but it starts in 40 minutes,so why don't we chat a bit", she says smiling. I don't say anything.
"How are you feeling Dean?, about coming to school?", she asks. "Okay, I guess", I answer wanting to be done with this 'chat'. Kristen just hums and continues, "You probably know that we've been informed about your schizophrenia?", I nod, "So I want you to know that if you ever feel overwhelmed or out of place, you can just leave the classroom and come here, "You don't need to say anything to anyone, you can just leave, okay?".
"Okay", I say with a small voice. I immediately like her. She kind of reminds me of mom. "So other teachers know?", I ask. "Yes they do but I promise this'll be just between the staff and your family, none of the peers'll know if you yourself don't tell them." She says convincingly. "Like I will tell them", I chuckle. Kristen just smiles.
Kristen leads me to to my history class. "Here we are, you can find the room numbers from your schedule, they are pretty easy to find", Kristen says and gives me encouraging smile.
I walk into the classroom. I see a man with beard in front of the room. I presume. He looks at me and says, "Dean Winchester?", I nod. He just gives me books that I need and tells me to pick a seat where ever I want. Thank god I don't have to introduce myself to the class.
The class was boring. So were the rest of the classes I had. I don't talk to anyone expect to say, "Hi", to Sammy when he passes me in the halls.
At lunch time I for the first time can try to find something about time travelling. So I walk to the local library. There is nothing simply nothing that'll help me. Apparently time travelling is just fictional. It has never happened before and it will never happen in future either. Well bitch you are wrong, it happened to me.
When I arrive back to the school I see Sammy standing there. Everything flickers. I get struck by a smell. It smells like booze and Bobby. Oh shit the smell is like what Bobby's place smells like. I see Sam and Bobby arguing about something. Sam is still pretty banged up. I am glad that he is with Bobby. With Bobby?
Bobby died in 2012 right? So how in the hell he is talking to Bobby in 2014. I blink. Suddenly Bobby is gone and Sam is alone. "Dean!", Sam shouts, "Dean!". I walk towards him. No he is Sam now.
I feel nauseous. 'Go to Bobby's place' echoes around me. Bobby's place? It struck me Bobby is still alive and kicking. I need to go and see him but how?
"Dean, where were you I was worried", Sammy says to me with pleading eyes. He probably though that I am running after my 'hallucinations' or something. "I went to the library, sorry I didn't tell you", I say as I rub his head.
I Still feel nauseous and it feels like I have hundreds of needles pierced in my skull. "You should go to your class geek boy.", I say with chuckle. Sammy stares at me worried. "See something you like?", I say with a smirk. Sam ignores the comments.
"Dean, are you okay?", he asks."Yeah I'm", I get crushed by really strong wave of dizziness."I'm." ." Dean!", Sam shouts as he crabs me by my shoulders steadying me. "Okay I feel sick, must be the damn med's", I whisper as my vision get's spotted.
Next thing I know I am at nurses office. I hear Sam talking to the nurse but I can't make out the words. 'Go to Bobby's Dean, go to Bobby's' echoes. "Sam", I say as darkness consumes me.
I wake up and find myself still in the nurses office but now I am laying on a couch. "Sammy", I mumble as I try to get up. "Lay down Mr. Winchester", I hear a woman's voice say but I don't obey, "Where's Sam?", I ask voice slurring. "Your brother went back to his class but now you need to rest a bit", she answers.
"So what happened?", I ask because it is not like I don't have clue, I do know what happened but I want to know what they think that happened. "Well young man let's say we think that you started school a bit too early after your release.", she says kindly," So this is just simply a reaction to stress and tiredness."
"Your father will come to pick you up in half an hour or so", she say's tying her black hair into a ponytail. My dad came to get me and the car ride went in total silence.
"I called your doctor and he recommended that you should start also on anti-anxiety medication", my dad stated as he poured himself a cup coffee. "Anti-anxiety medication, dad I don't want to get more drugs in my system", I say whining.
"Dean", dad says in a warning tone, "I know that you are not a fond of getting on new drugs and I am not either but look what happened today." He ran a hand trough his hair, "You don't want that to happen again do you?". I just look at him blankly. Fuck. I don't want to be high on some drugs that I don't actually need. "Do you?", dad say's voice firm. "No, dad I don't want that.", I say defeated.
Monday became Tuesday and Tuesday became Wednesday and before I even could register it it had gone two weeks. I am now high on three medications one for the schizophrenia, depression and anxiety. I have been 'doing' well in school while trying to reshearch how to get my ass back to the future.
I have had few problems with the research though. For my fortunate libraries are no use, neither are the old book stores and I gotta say I miss google now. Hell I miss computers and those smartphones which broke if you accidentally dropped them. And I'd kill to get one of those thingy's that Sam corrupted my baby with when I went to hell. Just because it would be a a reminder of the days to come. The days I fucking belong to. I'm soo full of this shit. All of it.
And I can't go to Bobby's either because dad has no business there and probably won't have for a while. And I just can't leave myself with all the psycho mumbojambo going on with me. I haven't seen Sam since the first day at school. Maybe he'll appear again if I get to Bobby's. Maybe not. I am now at a local coffee shop having a study session with a friend of mine. At least that's what I told dad and Sammy. I'd kill for a beer right now but dad won't let me have any. 'Dean you can't have any because you are on drugs and you are underage blah, blah, blah' It's not like you cared before am I underage or not. Well maybe dad has just become soft.
A young girl about 17 is flirting with me from across the room. I try to be nice to her but I don't know, if I had a choice I'd run to the bar across the street and bang a woman from there rather than be here with horny teenage girls. Once about a week ago this girl from my school kissed my from out of nowhere. I washed my mouth with soap couple of times in disgust. When I was 17 myself I would've been flying at the skies with my charm and getting the girls attention but now. Now I am almost 40-year-old dude in my 17-year-old body so lets say I feel like pedophile kissing girls so young.
The girl is suddenly in front of me. "Hiya there handsome, I am Lily and this is my friend Hanna,", she said as she touched her hair playfully,",mind if we join you?". I took me maybe a bit too long to progress what she said so they just sat down in front of me. "Sure, I'm Dean", I say in a delay.
"Dean," the girl says playfully," it suits you.", I shrug, "Well, yeah it's my name.". The other girl, Hanna I recall picks up my notebook, "Studying?" I nod and try to take it back. She looks trough it. "What language is this?",Hanna says amazed, "Seriously Lily look." She shows the notebook to her. I just roll my eyes and take it back. "It's latin and do not ever touch my stuff okay?", I say in annoyed tone.
"So how long have you studied latin?", Lily asks. Oh these girls are getting on my nerves. "All my life but now if you girls won't mind, I have to go",I say as I stuff my belongings in to my pack. "Jerk.", I hear behind me but I just keep walking.
I look at my watch and see that the clock is 19.15, fuck I am late for my therapy. I run there in about 15 minutes but I am already late 45 minutes which mean that I have 10 minutes left of the session. I knock on the door. "The door is open!", I hear Michael shout. "Hey, I'm so sorry that I am late, I was studying with my mate Brandon and I lost track of time", I babble. I know that Michael will understand but I just don't want him to get suspicious of me.
Michael looks up from his computer and says warmly, "Oh yeah, it's okay". "Sit down we have about 7 minutes left.", I sit down on the comfortable chair." How has the past week been?", he asks.
"Well last week has gone pretty well, I think I'm finally fully adjusting to the pills and yeah everything is going nicely", I say with an ease. Michael smile at me. "That's really good Dean, so you think that the pills are working, no hallucinations, no thoughts of suicide?". Well if seeing Sam from 2014 does include of being a hallucination then yes but like I am going to tell that to him. I accidentally chuckle. Fuck." Umm no they are working just fine", I say with a smile.
These weekly therapy sessions with Michael are simply useless waste of time and money. It just makes me want to hit a hole in a wall because you can't imagine how expensive it is to pay all of the drugs and therapy sessions.
It feels like I am a disappointment to dad. I see from his eyes that he is eager to go hunting. I think he'll crack soon. I know that.
Sam is well Sam. He's still in love with school which is not surprising knowing Sam. And finally he isn't so careful with me. Actually everyone has pretty much stopped walking like on glass around me. Let's say it almost made me insane.
February 16, 1997
I have been now here back in time for almost five months. Five FUCKING months and I am still here. Well at least I'm eighteen now yay. I haven't had a change to go to Bobby's because dad still doesn't trust me with Impala. He doesn't trust me with MY BABY, how dares he. Doesn't he know that I love baby like my own freaking child. Apparently not.
I've gone to school, been a good boy taking my med's. And thank you God thank you, dad started hunting about a month ago again. The fun thing is that now Sam is allowed to go on hunts but I'm not. Those hunt's have been pretty much salt'n'burns so I am not missing out on anything but still I fucking need to hunt too. But in next week I am not going to complain hell no I'm going to burst out and sing fucking Disney songs. Dad and Sammy are going to go for a hunt for a week, a week. And that my dear angel in a trench coat is my opportunity to go to Bobby's house.
The day has come. Dad and Sam left two hours ago and I am ready to fly too. I steal a car and start driving to Sioux Falls , Shout Dakota. The trip takes about seven hours from Minnesota to Shout Dakota. I could've made it in five but I didn't wan to risk getting pulled over.
Finally I see the sign 'Singer's salvage yard'. My heart drops to my stomach. This is the place where I grew up in. This is a place I love. This is the place which reminds me of the death of my family member. But here in this timeline he's not dead. I drive in to the yard and get out of the car. I find myself in the front door unable to knock. What if he is not there. Come on Winchester knock. I knock and get holy water splashed on my face. I can't help but smile. Bobby Singer is alive in front of me and looking young, younger than ever.
"Dean, what are you doing here?", he says as he let's me in, "where's ya old man?". "He is not here," I say looking around. "What do ya mean he's not here?", Bobby says confused, "And who's car is that?", he points at the grey car I stole. He looks at me in the eyes. "Dean tell me ya didn't steal that car", he says irritated. He must've seen it in my eyes because he grunts, "Damn it ya idjit!". He wipes his face with his hand. I look at him with sincerity , "Bobby, I need your help."