We went to an old bookbinding place where they bought me a thick, leather bound, sturdy, tardis blue journal. I loved it.

But it made me think. I wanted a card too. Though I wanted them to fill it out, since I had no experience with credit card scams. But I wanted to pick the alias; I didn't want to end up "Suzanna MCsilsiano" or some other half assed name Dean came up with.

After we went to the bookbinding place, we went to WalMart. Just as Dean had said, Sam came in with me. Not that I minded of course, he's awesome.

We walked down the coffee aisle.

I walked down the aisle looking at all the different options.

I got frustrated fast, "Where is the Starbucks stuff?!"

"Starbucks stuff?" he asked confused.

My eyes widened.

What does he mean by "Starbucks stuff?" What if Starbucks doesn't exist here?! I want my money back! Send me home; get me out of here!

"What do you mean "Starbucks stuff?" Please tell me there's starbucks here!" I exclaimed in panic.

"Of course there is, geez calm down, they just don't sell it here at WalMart," he told me.

I sighed in relief, "Thank god, for a second there I thought Starbucks might not exist here!"

I thought for a second, "But it's also weird, in my universe, WalMart was like the first store to start carrying Starbucks products… I wonder what else is different here."

I wonder what kind of coffee Sam likes. It never talked about that kind of thing in the show. It focused more on the big parts of his personality, not his likes and dislikes.

"What kind of coffee do you like?" I asked.

"Why do you ask?" he asked.

"Curious."

"Well, I like Cappuccino's, but I'm more of a tea drinker," He told me.

I smiled, "That's nice Cappuccino's are good, I'm more of a frappuccino girl myself."

I grabbed a can of Yuban of the shelf, as well as a box of crappy to-go coffee packets, and two boxes of peach tea bags for Sammy.

Hopefully he'll like peach tea.

I didn't get much else, just a cheap toothbrush, some toothpaste, a few T-shirts, Jeans, a hoodie, a leather jacket, and other necessities.

After paying we got back to the car.

I got into the back seat, Dean was looking at me with a surprised look on his face, probably surprised I didn't take forever.

"What?" I asked, "Just cause' most girls take forever in a store doesn't mean I do."

He shrugged and started the car.

"Are we there yet?"

"No."

"Are we there yet?"

"No!"

"What about now?"

"NO!"

I smirked, "Am I annoying you?"

"You're psychic," Sam said sarcastically.

"No actually, that's you," I said in a cheerful tone.

The car jolted.

"Wait, what!" Sam exclaimed.

"Um… oops," I smiled nervously, "Spoilers?"

"I'm psychic?" he asked.

I stayed silent, 'what do I say to that? "Yes you are, because some creepy guy had a blood fetish" yes that would go over well, note the sarcasm '

"What like bending spoons?" Dean smirked.

"I never said he had telekinesis," I told him.

As you could tell the rest of the drive was tense and full of answered questions.

I sprawled out in the back and decided to get some shuteye.

"I was exhausted, and heart broken. I had failed to save Sam from the unfortunate fate that happened in the original timeline.

We were all on the look out for Sam… or "Robo" Sam.

Dean didn't go back to Lisa though, so I guess that's one thing that changed.

I was sitting at the kitchen at Bobby's house looking through some information, when I heard a knock on the door.

I hid my gun behind my back and slowly walked towards the door.

I looked through the peephole.

It was him; Sam was standing at the door acting like nothing was wrong.

Not that he would realize it if it was.

I took a breath and opened the door, "Hey Sammy."

He smiled but it didn't reach his eyes.

His eyes were empty.

I suddenly understood what it meant in "The most Dangerous Game" when Rainsford said the general had dead eyes.

"Rebecca,"

"Yes?" I asked slightly nervous, Robo Sam was kinda scary.

"Rebecca!"

"What?"

"Rebecca!" Sam yelled.

I woke with a start, "Wha-!"

"Wake up," Dean told me.

"Oh sorry, I dozed off there," I said rubbing my eyes.

"Yeah, I bet, sounds like you weren't exactly dreaming about rainbows and ponies," Dean snarked.

"Who's to say I wasn't? Ponies are evil I tell you!" I said.

"Well mostly cause you kept mumbling about "dead eyes" what exactly were you dreaming about?" Sam asked.

I tried to think of a clever lie…

"Possessed clowns."

He grimaced, and I could tell he wasn't going to ask me any more questions.

"So why'd you wake me up?" I asked.

"Because we're here."

Sure enough, we were.

I looked out the window and saw us pull into the salvage yard that I had watched on TV so often.

"Awesome."

We walked up to the door. Dean knocked.

The door opened and Bobby walked out onto the porch.

"Sam and Dean Winchester." He chuckled giving them a good natured hug.

"Hey Bobby." Dean said giving him his signature half smirk. I got to see Sam's dimples for the first time. Suddenly it struck me. I haven't actually ever seen him smile. That thought made sad.

"Wow you two really sprouted, especially you Sam. You're what two feet taller?"

"Yeah sounds about right." There were those dimples again.

"And who's this?" Bobby asked finally noticing me.

"Hi I'm Becca!" I exclaimed. like me like me like me… I chanted in my head. Bobby is one of my favorite characters and it would suck if he hated me.

"She's a friend." Dean said rolling his eyes.

He looked at me again and I smiled nervously.

"Alright come on in." He walked into his house and the boys followed. I nearly jumped with joy. I'm finally going to see Bobby's house in real life!

As I walked into the threshold and took in my surroundings it was exactly like the house on the show.

I grinned at the boys and turned around.

"This is so aweso-" I was interrupted by cold water splashing me in the face.

I spluttered, "Nice to meet you too…"

He look relieved, "Sorry."

and just then I felt the need to show just how much I loved this show, and get some interesting reactions.

"Besides I got anti-possession warding," I told him.

"What?"

"Well mom told me I couldn't get a tattoo, so I got anti-possession symbol on my butt. I was going through a phase..." I told them. "I've had it since I was sixteen, a cousin did it for me," I finished.

Dean smirked as if to say, "Wow we really know how to pick em' don't we?"

Sam blushed, obviously embarrassed.

Bobby, he looked at me like I was crazy.

Why does everyone do that? I'm perfectly sane; my mom even had me tested.

Maybe it was the fact that I was from another universe, or the fact that I knew everyone even though I've never met them, and I knew almost everything about them.

But Bobby didn't know I was from another universe.

"Anyway like I was saying," I continued, straightening up, "Hi I'm Rebecca, it's so nice to meet you Bobby."

"So what is she doing here, how did you guys meet?"

The Winchester boys and I exchanged glances, before I got the nerve to speak up.

"It's really crazy," I told him.

"I eat crazy for breakfast," Bobby scoffed.

"Fine, I'm from another universe where all this is just a TV show," I told him.

He looked at me blankly for a second before turning to Dean, "You got a thing for crazy?"

"I'm not crazy, why does everyone keep assuming that?" I asked,

"Your name is Bobby, you're known as the go to guy of sorts, and you began hunting when there was an "incident" with your wife."

He looked at me, "You could've got that information anywhere."

"Fine, I do know more, but I don't know if you want Sam and Dean to hear it…" I trailed off.

I tried to think, then came up with a way to say it without actually saying it, "I know what happened with your dad when you were a kid."

Bobby paled and then got angry. Like furious.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Bobby took a step forward threateningly like he was going to attack me.

"Woah Bobby," Dean said putting a restraining hand on Bobby's shoulder. The boys looked at him with shock and confusion.

Shit, shit, shit!

"I'm sorry! It was in an episode in season 7! I'm sorry, holy crap, I'm sorry! You're still one of my favorite characters! Damn it why do I always do this!? Doctor who, or heck even BBC Sherlock would be so much easier!" I rambled panicking.

"First I screw up with Sam and the whole Jess thing and now Bobby! What the hell was I thinking ? I'm not cut out for this. How am I supposed to help when I- I can't even-" I started to hyperventilate.

"Ok sweetheart take it easy." Dean rolled his eyes and sighed rubbing my back soothingly.

Bobby frowned. "Fine fine I believe you, don't get your panties in a twist." He said uncomfortably.

"Really!?"

Bobby nodded. I squealed in delight and threw my arms around him hugging him excitedly.

"Thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou…" I went on incessantly into his shoulder.

"A tad bipolar this one." Bobby grumbled uncomfortably to one of the boys as he gave me an awkward pat on the shoulder.

"You have no idea." Dean remarked.

I pulled away from Bobby and held him at arms length. "I'll try not to screw this up Bobby."

He nodded awkwardly, "Yeah, ok."

I smiled brightly at him and let go.

"So what do we do now?" I asked.

"What?" Sam asked confused.

"Well, I have serious future knowledge, and I got a bunch of information on my phone, important things; secrets, and not to mention seasons one through five in my iTunes library," I told them.

"Well great, we can find dad then," Dean smiled

I straightened up, and shook my head.

"If someone gets a hold of this, and somehow got to what was inside? I don't wanna think about what could happen," I thought becoming more serious.

"Um actually no we can't…" I said hesitantly.

"And why the hell not?" Dean asked his voice hardening.

"Aw c'mon Dean don't do this to me." I whined.

"You know why. I can't interfere on big stuff like this. I could seriously screw you guys over by accident if I tell you to much. And finding your Dad? That is a huge plot point. Not to mention I don't actually know where your dad is right now." I finished.

"Well than what's the point of your 'Knowledge' if we can't even use it?" He asked.

I grabbed the phone from my pocket and held it up, "No, you don't get it, if knowledge was power then this… could be a problem."

"We'll figure something out," Bobby said.

"And another thing," I said. "I need training, hunter's training."

"Well that we can do," Bobby nodded.

I nodded, "Thanks."

Then I walked over to the guys and hugged them

It was kinda weird how this is the first time I've hugged them since I got here, which is really surprising considering I'm kind of a crazy fangirl.

"I'm sorry about not knowing where your dad is, but I know you'll find him," I told them, "and I'm sorry about this really confusing time continuum thing!".

"We'll figure it out," I said. Sam smiled and my inner fangirl did flips.

"Yeah, thanks shorty," he said patting my head awkwardly.

We must've looked comical, what with the height difference and all? I mean I'm totally not short, but I'm not freakin' redwood oaktree like he was.

"Yeah okay moose." I laughed when his brows furrowed in confusion.

"Moose?" He asked as Dean busted out laughing.

"It'll make sense in a couple years." I promised shrugging my shoulders.

My stitches gave a sharp twinge; I rubbed my head.

Ow.

I had a feeling the last Tylenol was wearing off, and yes I got Tylenol, I had gotten essentials, Tylenol is definitely an essential, it's right up here with ibuprofen, and Benadryl.

"Got any Tylenol?" I asked as my scalp gave another pang.

"No, but there's a beer in the fridge," Bobby told me.

I laughed, "might as well… not every day you get to drink beer in one of your favorite characters house."

I started towards the kitchen.

I heard Bobby mutter, "Anyone find it weird that she knows where everything is?"

I smirked, and pulled open the fridge.

The three of us were on the couch; Bobby was in the kitchen.

I was feeling nice and buzzed, I had found the whiskey in the back of the fridge and decided to drink that instead of the beer.

"So one time we were at this con right?" I asked laughing, after I had finished the previous story.

"Yeah?" Dean asked

"Uh huh, and the stars of the show were at this con right? So me and my good friend from high school, Elizabeth, we were walking around."

"Uh huh," Sam nodded, "so?"

"Now we both had characters we really liked, my favorite is Sam, hers was Castiel," I paused when I saw the looks of confusion on their faces, "Yeah, you don't know him yet, you will though…

Anyway, in my world he was played by a guy called Misha Collins, who also happened to be at this con."

"So this guy is like really awesome right? Well on the second day of the con, Jared pulled a prank on Misha, he hides his phone, so Misha was like going door to door in the hotel looking for his phone, so he got to our room," I paused for dramatic effect. "Elizabeth opens the door, screams, and slams it. All the while I'm like cracking up, while she's over there practically hyperventilating… good times," I giggled. "Yeah, I'm a terrible friend," I giggled some more.

Sam was laughing; Dean just snorted into his beer.

"You guys are awesome you know that?" I smiled as I took another drink, "I once did a character study or something on one of you… I can't remember which one of you it was, but I got an A plus."

"Why?" Dean asked, "We ain't that great."

I shook my head, "Are kidding me? You guys are great, that's what I loved about the show, believable characters, amazing character development, and plot twists that'll rip your heart out, and so forth," I told them.

"What plot twists?" Sam asked. I could tell what he was doing.

"Sorry but I'm not drunk enough for that," I laughed taking a swig, "I ain't tellin'!"