Joseph Winchester Pov
*Flashback*
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"Joe? Joe?" Samson's voice was there, above the cool air.
What was happening to me?
The pain was decreasing.
I tried my best to open my eyelids, they were impossibly heavy.
"Joseph? Can you hear me?" Dean's voice asked.
"What has happened? What have you done?" Samson accused.
"Nothing. He fainted. Poisoned maybe. We have to get him out of the rain. We have to get him to the healer- the witch. The other one just took the Wendigo now that it's dead. We have to find her so she can help us."
"No. I will not put Joe's life in any demon's hand. He's my brother. I will care for him. Take your leave." Samson was defense. He hasn't warmed to poor Dean in the slightest.
"Sorry, I'm not going anywhere until I know that he is safe." Dean challenge.
"Look, drifter. I will put you down on the ground if you don't unhand my baby brother. His actions are irrational when it comes to drawbacks and I refuse to lose him to the likes of you. I've been his only preceptor in time since birth. I behold the tales of which cannot be understood to everyday men. I will spare you what is real. Even your night terrors will shiver at what we hunt. Fitting the qualifications of our duties is what you'll never measure or seize."
"Trust me, Samson. I know all of the tales. I also know that we have way more in common than you think. Back home, I have a young wife and twins to care for. This moment in time, they are alone. They have no one protecting them. Allow me to help Joseph, and I promise you, you'll never have to see my face again." Dean spoke in a pleading tone.
The name he spoke when he came through the sky of the cabin where Naysa held me captive, was Cassa.
I groaned trying my best to move. I needed to help him find Naysa to assist on his farewell. Only she can, if he in fact belongs to the skies. Naysa can help him home.
"Fine. Come, Enderson waits for Joseph and I return."
Enderson is waiting before moving to handle the creatures of the night.
"We go west of the forest once Enderson gives the clear." Samson spoke and I bink to a blurry vision.
"S-Sam-" I coughed my lungs clean. "Samson?" I spoke.
"He's awake!" Dean stood still, just as Samson held me tighter. "Joseph?
They then lowered my body to the ground. Bending my knees in the dirt.
"I feel ill."
"You look so, Joseph. You should rest." Dean says.
I shook my head. "We need to find Naysa."
"Weaken as this, being in the present of a Sorceress is absurd, Joseph."
"Samson, please." I begged.
"We have too. Dean isn't of this land. He must return home at once." I struggled to get my feet on my own. "Now that the Wendigo has perished."
Before Samson could respond to my words, shotgun rounds filled the air. We all jumped to look towards the east.
"Enderson." Samson uttered under his breath.
"Joe, stay." My brother panicked, then took off, rushing through the weeds and bushes.
"Could there be more Wendios?" Dean asked me.
"I…I don't know."
"What do we do now? We cannot stay here. Are you feeling better?" He asked.
I nod once. "I'm well enough to walk. Let's find Naysa."
"I remember the way of the cabin, it's this way." Dean said and I followed him.
The walk was silent, yet I had many questions about his family. Our family. Dean Winchester II and I will create a journal of my own and mention this quest of his.
These last two days, I would never live again. He's aware of what's to come. He knows my ending. However, I feel I should ask because I shouldn't truly know what will be.
As we step from the path to the grass, and the familiar wooden home. It wasn't insightful. The dark russet cabin with a wooden door was no more.
"It's gone!" I spoke rushing forward, then spun around. "How does a home disappear?"
"Wait, wait." Dean whispered, running his palm through his hair. "She's a witch right?"
"Sorceress, yes." I answered.
"It must be clocked. She has hidden it."
"No. No." I shook my head. "That's absurd- impossible." I am accusing as if it was the truth.
"Dude, you're literally standing face to face with your futuristic grandson- safe to say anything is possible."
"Oh, … that's right." I then laughed at how insane that sounded. I haven't yet come to terms with that tale.
"I'll be right back." He spoke fast.
"What? Where? You shouldn't."
"Hey, Joe- You trust me, right?" He asked, lifting his hairy brows.
I sighed, yet did not hesitate. "Certainly."
"Cool, give me a second." He says, backing away from me to rush towards the trees.
Too far from me to see. I checked my surroundings in case something was lurking.
Suddenly feeling a gush of wind to my ears, I glanced instantly finding the abandoned cabin behind me.
My eyes widened in cold shock that it was not there before.
That Dean Winchester was indeed right. The home was clocked with magic out of sight.
As the creepy door squeaked open, I cautiously approached.
I glanced back to see if Dean returned, yet no one was there.
I then proceed to enter the cabin, then gently shut the door behind me.
With only four small steps in, the firepit was not lit. However, lying unconscious on the sofa I once laid on, was a tan skinned man with black cut hair.
Narrowing my eyes, he did not appear familiar. Yet, something tells me that he wasn't fully human.
He wore only a blanket around his body.
In any forest or wooden desert of tree lies naked men with short cut hair who sleep during the day, are creatures of the night.
Most who hat shamelessly howl at the moon.
This stranger was in fact a wolf. Half human, half dog.
The question is… Why has Naysa taken him under her wing? Did she not care that he could harm her?
She was the one to tell me that the leaders of this land are feeding town people to the Wendigo. Now, she has a werewolf in her cabin. What will happen next?
"Joseph? What are you doing here?" That familiar angelic voice asked. I looked over as Naysa stood in a lavender gown, barefooted.
"Naysa..." I whispered.
Her light Violet eyes stared puzzled. "How did you see through the cloaking?"
"I…I-" I stumbled for words.
"You must leave at once."
"Please, wait. I don't know how I –one moment the cabin wasn't here, then the next it was." I took a step towards her. "I need your help."
"You should go." Naysa says.
"Please, my friend. Dean. He isn't from this time. You must help him. You're the only one who can."
Naysa narrowed her vision. "I don't understand."
"Dean Winchester II, he is my… um, descendant."
"How so?"
I cleared my throat embarrassed. "Certainly not an existing descendant, yet. It's impromptu that he will return soon." I noted.
Naysa tilted her head to the side. "A Winchester hunter in a time ahead?"
"Yes. Yes." I nodded.
Naysa sighed. "Where is he?"
"Outside."
"If I grant this favor, will you leave these woods?"
"Yes." I spoke.
"Leave, then never speak of these days here?"
"Yes."
"You must promise me, yeah?" Naysa pressed.
"Ye-yes. I promise."
"Say it. Say 'I, Joseph Hector Winchester, promise to never tell a soul what I have witnessed this evening with the huntress and the wolf." She spoke the vow.
It must be a spell of something unbreakable.
Oh. She only meant for me to never speak of seeing her with the wolf- not of me asking her to insist on helping Dean return to the future.
I cleared my throat.
"I, Joseph Hector Win-Winchester, promise to never tell anyone- a soul what I have witnessed this evening with the huntress and wolf." I breathed.
Naysa glanced at the wolf man asleep, then looked at me.
"You can trust me." I say reassuringly.
"I know. I see you. Joseph. Thank you." She nods, crossing the distance between us.
Her perfume surrounded me, sweet peaches and vanilla.
Heart thudding in my chest, I lock eyes with her, and she releases my hands, as quickly as she took them.
Bending to put her cherry lips to my cheek, I breathed her in.
"Go.. prepare the traveler. I'll help him home." She assured me.
"Thank you, thank you. I'm forever in your debt." I smiled, then turned to walk back out the dark russet cabin, never to tell the soul of the beautiful huntress named Naysa Bennett and her doings.
* End Of Flashback *
