Chapter 3

He caught my staring, "What?"

I froze like a deer in the headlights, what am I going to say? I don't really want to get on the wrong side of the Winchesters; Winchesters are scary when they're mad.

"I said, 'what?" He repeated looking annoyed.

I tried to think of what to say, "Uh... hi?"

"What do you want?" He asked in the same tone.

"I need help."

He looked bored, "There's a diner down the street, and an auto mechanics place two blocks from here."

I shook my head, "Not that kind of help."

He raised an eyebrow, "Then what kind of help, shortie?"

How do I answer that? I can't be like "I'm from another universe, can I travel with you?"

And another thing, I am not short; I'm 5'6 thank you very much!

I settled on the next best thing, "It's a long story, but I have a feeling it'll be right up your alley."

"And what is my "Alley?" exactly?" He asked suspiciously.

"You know," I said lowering my voice, "The supernatural."

"How do you know about that?" He asked eyes narrowing.

"It's hard to not believe it after what happened," I told him honestly.

"Get in."

He moved aside, and I walked in. The room was small, and looked just like it did in the episode. Only difference was in real life, it smelled of dirty laundry, rotting food, and salt. Lovely... note the sarcasm.

Sam was sitting on the bed with his laptop. I waved, trying to curb my excitement. He gave me a small smile and waved back at me.

"Hi."

"Hey," He said.

"So talk," Dean told me, "What happened?"

I sat down in a nearby chair and began to tell my story.

"So let me get this straight," Sam said in disbelief, "You're from another universe where we are a TV show, and now your here because an angel brought you here, and you have a phone from the future?"

I nodded, "Yep, that just about covers it."

"Well," Dean started, "That all well and good, but angels aren't real, and neither is dimension travel, so what kinda drugs are you on?"

"Uh... none," I said.

Technically I was taking stuff for my ADD but that didn't really matter since, that's not what they were talking about.

"Well then you're just plain crazy," Dean said.

Sam gave him a look.

"Maybe, maybe not, but I do have proof," I said casually.

I pulled out my phone and pulled up the text from "Me from the future" and handed it to him.

"Give it a look."

He scoffed, but his eyes swept the screen as he read, scrolling down every so often.

"Hmm, weird. But I'm not trusting you."

I shrugged; I was expecting an answer like that. I would actually be really freaked out if he just accepted it right away without question.

But Sam apparently was curious, "What kind of phone is that?"

"Iphone 5S," I told him.

"What's an Iphone?" He asks.

"A phone that doesn't comes out until 2007," I answered, "This version doesn't come out until 2013."

Sam's eyes widened, obviously surprised at that, and no doubt wondering what else the future holds.

He decides to change the subject at that moment, "And anyway, why would they make a show about us, keyword "us", I'm going back to college. Why would I be there?"

"It's complicated," was all I said. I didn't want to reveal such a big plot starter, even though it would positively crush him. My heart ached for him, and how he never got a break, and for Jesse, who did nothing wrong at all.

"But it's not good, it's horrible actually." I told him, "I'd tell you, but I'm not sure about this whole time continuum thing, and it's possible restrictions."

He looked worried, and a bit distrustful.

"Sorry," I told him.

I really was.

"So what have you figured out about the Constance welsh case so far?" I asked casually.

Dean scoffed, "Like we'd tell you."

"Well you should," I commented, "Since I can tell you if you're right or not."

He stayed silent.

"Well considering your reaction, you have nothing, my answer? Look at the stuff on the walls," I told them.

Dean looked at me blankly.

"No, I'm serious," I told him.

Nothing.

"Just look at the damn wall!" I said getting irritated.

Dean seemed extremely skeptical but got up and started examining the papers, until he found the woman's picture with the words "Woman in white" written over it.

I smiled a victory smile, and fist pumped the air(or was it fist bumped, I didn't know).

Sam seemed to find that funny, and laughed.

Dean grumbled.

"Well that settles it, we just need to confirm that Joseph cheated on his wife," Dean said still grumbling.

"I volunteer Sam as tribute," I shouted.

They both confused.

"Hunger games? I suggested helpfully.

Now they looked at me like I was freaking nuts.

"Tough crowd."

And again with the looks.