Hello again you all. Chapter 17 is done as you see. Disappointingly short but better than nothing, right? It took again this long pretty much because of school but now I found some time to write this. (I should be studying for exams though.) So there will be three chapters after this, I think. So don't give up on me yet.

Notifications: I do not own supernatural or anything related to that. (Or do I?) No I don't.

Warnings: Nothing to warn about, I think. And not to scare you but this is not spell cheked, so there might be more mistakes than usually. I re-read this couple of times trying to find them but I might've missed some. So sorry about that.

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We kept driving. Castiel is unconscious on the backseat, me and Bobby confused as fuck. Where the fuck did he come from and why now. I got no idea what is going on. All I know that I got a week to get my shit together and get back where I came from.

Castiel looks ill, feverish. Something is badly wrong with him. There is no visible injuries, just plain old Cas just looking like hell.

"C'moon son let's go and get something to eat, you look like you could use some.", Bobby says out of blue. Apparently we are in fornt of a diner. I didn't even notice that we stopped. I just nod and get out of the car, spearing a glance to Cas who is still out of it.

My appetite is gone, I notice as I have a bacon burger in front of me and I have no desire to eat it. My first burger after the nut house visit and I don't want to eat it. But I do, I eat the burger in a speed record without tasting it. I want out of here now. I want this to stop.

I feel blurry, dizzy, uncomfortable. My vision shakes. Is there an earthquake? No there is not, I realize as I see Sam in front of me. Future Sam accompanied by future Cas. "What the fuck is going on Cas?", Sam yells, "Everything keeps changing, " He wipes his face frustrated. "Yesterday dad was alive and Dean was sick and missing and now dad has been dead for years and Dean is gone but he is not crazy anymore.", "Yesterday I did not know who you are Cas, there were no angels but today I have these memories with you, with Dean that I did not have." Sam grasps Castiel by his shoulders and shakes him a bit. "Explain to me Castiel, what the fuck is going on." Cas looks at his feet and says "I don't know Sam, I'm sorry."

The vision ends and I find myself on the diners floor surrounded by worried people. "Hey, my name is Richard and I am a doctor, what is your name?", a man leaning in fornt of me says. "Dean, I'm fine all right, no need for a doctor.", I say trying to get up, where is Bobby anyway. "You just had some kind of seizure, lay down", Richard says. I wanted to tell the man to piss off but he is just genuinely worried so I say, "I've had them before, I'm fine.", "How long was I out?", I ask. The man looks at his clock and back to me, "Around three minutes, you epileptic?". I shrug, "Yeah I am and three minutes is nothing I'm fine, I've got my med's in the car I just gotta get em, I'm fine thanks", I lie. Richard looks at me eyes flashing with worry, "You are not driving right?", I look at him annoyed, he should mind his own business. "No, I'm not an idiot, my uncle is driving, he just is in the bathroom." I hope.

I walk toward the restrooms but his not there. I run outside and thankfully the car is there but Bobby is nowhere to be seen. "Bobby!", I shout, "Bobby!", no response. God damn it where are you. I go around the diner just in case if I would find him but that was pointless. I return to the car seeing Cas looking a bit better but still unconscious as before. I open the door of the car and sit on the drivers seat. I need to figure out what to do next if Bobby doesn't show up.

My phone rings in my pocket. I dig it out and answer. "Who is this?", silence on the other end. "Hello? Anyone there?", I ask angrily. "Dean.", I hear Bobby say. What an actual fuck. "Bobby, is that you?", I ask not hiding my confusion. "Yeah it's me boy, sorry when you got that thing of yours, I got up to get ya some water and I ran into some trouble.", Bobby says clearly exhausted. "Trouble?", I ask, "Where are you Bobby, are you okay?", my mind is running with millions of questions. "I'm fine, just a little banged up. And I ran into a demon, nasty son of a bitch, tried to threaten me and all but I send it back where it came from.", Bobby says pride in his voice. "And I am stuck in one of the diners bathroom ya idjit, I tried to get you're attention but you were doing god knows what.", Bobby says annoyed.

"What?", I skratch my head, "No Bobby, I checked every single bathroom one by one and you were not in any of them.", My voice let's out hint of panic as I get out of the car and hurriedly walk back into the diner. "Well I'm here boy, now come before I'll kill ya", Bobby says hanging up.

And there he is in the thirdt bathroom on the right looking pissed off and a bit scratched. there is no way that I could've missed him but I apparently did. And to be honest I don't care. I have Bobby and Cas now. Everything is gonna be fine. I convince myself.

We get back on the road. Cas in the backseats, Bobby driving and I sitting in the shotgun. Not long and we get to Bobby's place and we are out of the road.

At the house we carry Castiel to the sofa and we drink some coffee. We stay in comfortable silence for awhile. I'd have to start researching but to be honest I don't know where to start. Maybe I should try looking at the shapeshifters again. Maybe there are some different kinds of breeds of shapeshifters or maybe the shapeshifter we ganged with Sammy was playing with witchcraft. Is that even possible. Can shapeshifters handle magic, control magic? Well ordinary humans can practise magic so maybe they can too. I don't know. Without even noticing I fall to dreamless sleep.

Or so I tought.

I'm in hell. Burning, Being tortured. Smell of rotting human flesh making me to want to throw up, noises of souls being tortured beyond repair, screams of pain, of pleasure. I want out. I want out now.

But I'm already out. Right? I open my eyes seeing Bobby asleep and Cas asleep or unconcious.

I take in deep breaths. I'm fine. I'm allright. I got out many years ago and I have been trough things even worser than hell. But for some reason, the dream scared the living crap out of me.

I rub my eyes as I walk toward the kitchen. I need some goddamn coffee.

Coffee mug in my hand I walk in to Bobby's library and research. And research. Until it is morning and I hear Bobby waking up. But I just keep on going. I cover shapshifters, Djinns and what not. And nothing is what I need. And now I don't even know what I need to get out of here and by I am desparate.

I stop my research when I hear someone saying my name. And as it is not Bobby's voice saying it leaves me to Cas. I get on my feet and get beside Cas in seconds.

"Hey Cas, you okay man?", I ask from the clearly confused angel. Cas's face is covered with shock (which shocks me a bit (a lot) since Cas doesn't show emotiones, at all) and he say guietly "Dean? This is not possible.", I look at the angel worried, "What is not possible, Cas?", I ask voice weak.

Castiel gets up into sitting position and just looks at me silently. "We've been looking for you Dean.", he says voice touched with emotion that this timelines Cas shouldn't have. My chest tightens. Could this be Cas. "We? You mean the angels Castiel?", I say not asking the guestion that is screaming in my mind.

"Is this a year 1997?", the angel asks, not answering my guestion. I shrug, nervous, " Yeah, it is, did you hit your head when you fell?", "Fell?", Castiel says clearly not having any idea of the fall. "You fell from the sky and landed on Bobby's car, ring a bell?", I say. "Or actually you were unconciuos so you might not remember."

"Dean, this is from my memories.", Castiels says suddenly. "What are?". "This, that you are eighteen and from future, I always wondered were these real but here I am. I don't really know what is going to happen because those memories will have to be reformed but, but I am really delighted to see you Dean.", I just look at the pale angel, I don't know what to say. I'm not sure did I even comprehend what he said. I stutter out a "What?".

"Dean I come from 2015.", Castiel says looking staright in to my eyes and I know.

And for the first time in a long time I feel like this is going to be alrigth.

I got my angel by my side.

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And do you want to hear something funny which is not really funny but I'll tell it to you anyway. Did you know that Minnesota could mean in finnish if you say it like this: "Minne sota?", it would mean, "To where war?" or "Where to war?", which is like someone asking where they should start a war. And I do not know what you can do with this information but you're welcome. (And no, I do not think that wars are funny but I think that it is funny that the name of Minnesota means something in my language (just so you'll know))