Chapter Twenty Eight
Dean looked over to me. "Can I, uh, talk to you? Alone?" he asked, glancing around the room.
I nodded, grabbed his arm, and led him into the kitchen.
"Is that, uh…" he looked back in the other room, where Harry and the Doctor was talking. "Harry Potter, Harry Potter?"
I nodded.
"Uh…do you want to…explain?" Dean asked.
"Well, do you remember that time when you and Sam fell into that alternate universe where your life was a television series?" I asked.
"Yeah." Dean agreed. "So?"
"So technically, this world is a fictional universe in that world. The Doctor and I are visiting fictional universes and making friends," I explained.
"Wait," Dean said angrily. "Are you telling me that the only reason you've been hanging around me is because I'm famous in some other universe?"
"No," I said, shaking my head. "I'm with you because you need it. That's what we're doing. We are finding people who need help. You are alone, and you've been through so much crap…Harry was a little kid that the Dursleys had taken advantage of. So the Doctor and I became his family, and we went on adventures together. The Doctor and I become what people need."
"Okay," Dean softened, shaking his head. "It's just all…unbelievable. And you guys can visit Purgatory, Heaven, and Hell in that thing?"
"Yes," I said.
"Even though Heaven is on lockdown?"
I hesitated before asking. "Yes," I said quietly. "But we're going to get some more help first. When we get the right people, if we all work together, we can help save every universe."
Dean nodded. "Okay. So, who am I going to meet next? The Avengers?" He joked, laughing.
I was silent.
Dean stopped laughing. "You're kidding."
"Nope," I said, shaking my head. "They're our next stop. Right after we take care of a few things."