I wanted to post this chapter earlier but couldn't because I have had a lot of school work to do. Can you imagine it has been a week and I am already buried under a stack of school stuff. But yeah thanks for the reviews and new followers you make me want to write more and more.

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Bobby immediately made me a cup of coffee and something to eat after I said I needed his help. He didn't ask anything because I know that he is going to expect me to spill out everything while we eat. "Mmm Bobby I missed your food", I say enjoying Bobby's roast. Bobby just gruffs and looks at me expectantly. "So what do you need help with boy?".

I haven't really planned what am I going to tell him because I'm not sure is he going to believe me if I say, "Hey Bobby I am a time traveler." , or "Bobby you know what your gonna get killed by a leviathan, how do I know, well listen up, I came back in time.". I need solid plan but I don't have one. I don't think that Bobby knows about my visit in the pshycoland so there might be a possibility that he is going to believe me.

I keep stuffing the food in my mouth so I don't have to answer yet. But to fast I have no food left to stuff in my mouth. It is time to talk. "Well ", I scratch my head, "Well the thing is I need your help to find out about time travelling." I look up to see Bobby's reaction. "Time travelling?", Bobby gets up and walks in front of a huge bookshelf. "Well one thing I know is that it is impossible." Bobby searches from the aisles moving couple books aside, "Here it is", he says as he pulls out really small pathetic looking book. He gives it to me. "It is the only book I have in my hands about time travelling and let me say boy there is no use to even look at it", he says silently. "Why?", I ask holding the tiny book in my hand eager to get reading. "Well it's enochian and as far as I know no one knows how to read it.", Bobby says trying to read my expression. "I can.", I say silently reading the books title,'time'. How lame is it to title a time travel book by a name 'time'. I chuckle at it.

"You say you can read enochian?", Bobby says unimpressed. I show the books cover and point to the title. "This here means time," I say flipping the book over, "They couldn't make a cooler title like, hundreds ways to time travel or or, okay I am out of ideas." Bobby's reaction is hilarious. He stares at me mouth hanging open. I smirk. "Don't bullshit me boy", he says trying to hide his expression. "Bobby I am not kidding I can read enochian.", I say my voice serious.

"And where'd you learn that? No one knows how.", Bobby says suspiciously. I shrug. "You wouldn't believe me at least not yet.". "Boy you got three minutes time to explain yourself or I'm calling John to explain it for you.". Shit I can't get dad into this. I'd fly back to the institution. "Okay, I explain you everything if you promise not to freak out and not to tell my dad anything", I say afraid this is not gonna work. Because Bobby could just decide to call dad anyway. Bobby scratches his beard "I can't promise that Dean ya know that.". Okay no promises then. "Okay but please at least promise me that you are not going to call dad right away?", I say pleading. "We'll see kiddo but now tell me whats going on with the stupid head of yours.", Bobby says with warmth.

I inhale deeply trying to find a good way to start. "Well, you know shapeshifters right?", Bobby nods. "Well me and Sam were hunting that kind of son of a bitch", Bobby's face is red with a shock trying to say something but I continue,"Lemme finish Bobby, well yeah the son of a bitch weren't as easy to kill as we though it was." I stop to think how to continue. "Me and Sam we got hurt pretty badly, Sam was worse off than me and then", Bobby cut's me off. "YOU BOYS WERE HUNTING A FREAKING SHAPESHIFTER, DEAN YOU OUGHTA KNOW HOW DANGEROUS IS THAT AND SAM IS WHAT THIRTEEN? WHERE WAS JOHN IN ALL THIS? I'M SO GONNA SHOOT HIM IF HE COME NEAR MY HOUSE AGAIN. GOD DAMN IT.", Bobby is simply furious and even though I'm adult he still scares me from time to time.

"Well dad wasn't there then", I say flatly and I see him getting furious again so I quickly try to explain myself." And Sam wasn't 13 he was more close to 30." I wait the news to sink in. "Bobby I'm from future.", I say smirking. "Ya boys are killing me ya know that?", Bobby shrugs. I look at him in disbelieve. Why Bobby's believing me this easily. "You can keep the book Dean but there isn't much I can do to help ya", Bobby say as he takes a swing from his beer. "I can call around but I don't think that'll help ya idjigts much.".

"Thanks, can I crash here for couple of days? Dad and Sam are on a case so they kinda left me behind aand I'd have here the peace I need to try to figure things out.", I say almost literally begging to him to let me stay because I am dead on my feet so driving isn't really an option. "Sure, you now where things are.", Bobby says putting his coat on." I'm gonna go to a grocery run, I'll be right back." Bobby leaves and I am all alone at the house.

I go to shower because I stink and I need some cool water to get me relax a little. Well relax as much as you can with memories of hell and the future ahead. Some part of me wants to stay here. Start over. Give up. But I can't, I can't live on with the knowledge that Sam is out there in the terrible world I left behind. And I can't help thinking that what would happen to him if I'd just stay. But I won't stay I've made that decision the day I found myself in this mess. I will keep researching and researching until I find the way to go back. If after all that I still can't find my way back the I get Cas's feathery ass down on earth and make him help me but I doubt that it's my Cas. It'll be just like any other angel following commands without a question. I'm glad he came to his senses. But I think the summoning an angel will be my last resort. But first things first. I have to read the time travelling book from cover to cover and if I don't find anything useful then I get the big guns out.

The book is fucking useless piece of shit. Fuck. There is nothing nothing about time travelling in it. It is a fucking book about fucking unicorns for fuck's sake. UNIFUCKINCORNS. Who the fuck names a book about fucking unicorns 'time'. TIME? I want to scream. I've used a fair amount of time trying to read the book. Everything in it was really weird with all the glittery fields talk. And the last sentence made me crack. 'And that is how you capture a unicorn'. I was reading about unicorns for three day's straight without the knowledge that I was reading about unicorns. Well son of a bitch at least now I know how to capture a fucking unicorn if I come across one.

I haven't slept in three day's, I haven't taken my med's because I forgot to take them with me. I want to stop using them but this is not really comfortable to have a massive migraine with the glory of puking and all. I would've stopped them day by day not all in one. I knew this was going to happen. At least I know how it must be to drug users.

I'd really have to get going to home but I don't think I can drive in this state. I can't ask Bobby to take me because he went to help some other hunters with a case including a vengeful witch the same night I came here. But I really have to go, I can't miss my therapy. Maybe I should sleep a bit and the start driving slowly towards Minnesota.

I wake up with a terrible headache and dry mouth. I am also starving. Must be from the vomiting. I slowly make my way downstairs and see that Bobby hasn't gone back yet. I have to leave a note that I am leaving. I take my phone from the kitchen table and see 12 missed call from dad, 15 from Sammy and even 6 from my psychiatrist. What the fuck is going on. I see what the date in my phone is. It is a day after the day dad and Sammy should be back which means that I slept freaking 3 days. I have missed my therapy and dad probably has found the med's I left behind. Fuck.

I quickly leave Bobby's house leaving behind a note that I was never there if my dad asks. I get on the road. Driving slightly over the speed limit. I have no idea what to say for an excuse. I can't tell the truth either because I have pretty strong feeling that my family and all the doctors think that I have been driven by my hallucinations over again. But neither I tell the truth or not I think'll I am literally screwed.

I stop at a gas station because my vision is starting to shake from the dehydration and hunger. I end up buying three bottles of water and dozen chocolate bars. After downing them I continue my driving with fear of puking and desire of pie with me.

After couple of hours I see a sing of Missisippi. I pull the car on the side of the road and start walking. Cursing because if I had had my baby I wouldn't had to steal a car and walk my bloody way back. I have one water bottle left drinking it as my throat starts to feel dry. I wonder how Sam is doing because I haven't seen him in a while. Last time was too long ago. Those vision thingy really freaks me out but they are my way to know how Sam's doing so I'm glad that I have had em.

I feel my phone vibrating in my pocket taking it in my hand to look who is it. I look at the screen of the phone and see the name Michael in it. Son of a bitch should I answer. Maybe I should so they'll stop haunting my ass. I answer to the phone hearing surprised exhale in the other side of the line. "Dean is that you?", Michael says voice calm, "Dean it's me Michael.". I don't answer because I really don't know what to say. I hear that Michael is talking to someone else clearly giving orders. I really want to dug myself a grave now. He speaks up again. " Dean listen to me, you need to tell me where you are, can you tell me where you are?", I swallow. "Road", I say my voice harsh and dry. "Good, good, now Dean can you tell me what road is it", Michael says really really calmly to my opinion too calmly. I don't answer so he continues, "Can you see anything a restaurant, any signs, anything?" I keep silence trying to think should I tell them where I am or not. Deciding to tell him where I am because it's starts to rain heavily. "I see a gas station.", I hoarse trying to get my voice to work. "Good, good Dean where the station is Dean?", Michael's says clearly pleased with my answer."It is the big one here in Minnesota", I say as I try to wipe the water out of my face. "Dean stay where you are I am coming to get you.", Michael says hurriedly.

Not long I see a black car pulling over to me and I see it's Michael. Michael comes out of the car and walks around the car opening the shotguns door. He get's to me and takes a gentle grip of my arm and helps me into the car. Michael tries to make some kind of conversation but I mostly keep quiet trying to figure out how to get out of this mess. Oh god I can't believe how stupid I am spending days reading a stupid unicorn book. God damn it.

The drive isn't long. Michael drives to the hospitals and helps me out of the car walking me towards the doors of the ER. Fuck. I see dad in the hall pacing back and forth looking worried and angry. Please don't kill me dad, just please. I beg in my mind freezing as dad's gaze lands on me.