Wish

Chapter Four: Backseat Driver

I eventually got up from my seat in the diner and took a bathroom break.  As I washed my hands in the bathroom, I made eye contact with my reflection in the mirror.

Behind me, I saw a flyer for the Enchantment Under the Sea Dance.

So, this is cinematic 1955.

I dried my hands, then headed out of the bathroom.  When I came out, I was in a hallway of what appeared to be a high school.  I followed it into a library.

"...Say it one more time but just a little bit more Arnold," said a voice.  "Ya know, like 'It's not a Tulpa.'"  The man mimicked Arnold Schwarzenegger's voice.  And that man was Dean Winchester, almost seven years older than when I'd last seen him.  He was speaking to Sam, and two young girls were with them.

I heard Arnold's voice not too long ago.  Much more intimidating. 

"Dude, come on."

"Hey!" I said, trying to get their attention.  They continued to talk. "Hey!"  I waved my arms.  No reply.

"...the goddess of epic poetry--the muse."

I bit my lip in frustration.  "Sam? Dean?"

"...So...the scarecrow is still alive, and we burned my prop for nothing?" one girl, Marie, said.

"Oh, that thing needed to burn," Dean told her.

My frustration doubled.  If anyone could help me, in all of these fictional worlds, it was Sam and Dean.  After all, it was Dean's amulet that had the mojo.  And it's connected to angels, so maybe we could find Cas...

I placed my hand on Sam's shoulder.  He didn't react.

"...Then she eats the author."

"Okay, that's bad." Marie had a look of fear in her eyes.  I didn't blame her, although, she was going to be okay.  Which I would tell her if someone would pay attention to me.

I screamed in more frustration, shaking Sam.  Although, Sam didn't exactly move as I yanked his shoulder.  The same happened with Dean, and the girls.  I could touch them, but I couldn't change what they were doing.

Why?  It's not like characters haven't noticed me so far. I ordered food in Broward County, Florida.  I spoke to Goldie when I chose not to order food in Hill Valley, California.

I looked down at bump under my shirt, the amulet around my neck.

"Bastard," I said.  I reached to remove it, but it wouldn't come off.  I gasped, seeing the skin on my neck.

Black swirls, resembling tattoo ink, had formed on my skin around the amulet and the string.  I scratched at it with my fingers, but it wouldn't come off.

It felt...permanent.

What if I could not prevent it, and I was to go from one fictional world to the next until I died?

My heart raced.  I began to hyperventilate.  This was a life dream, a wish that everyone has made at some point in their life, gone wrong.

My perfect dream was rapidly turning into a nightmare.

I followed Sam and Dean around for awhile, constantly trying to get their attention, but I concluded that I was invisible somehow.  When I went to the bathroom and stared into the mirror, this time I saw nothing; there was no reflection of myself.

Sam and Dean had been running around all night chasing Calliope, and now she was dead.  I stood beside them, to their right, watching the play.

"Out on the road...just the two of us."