Prequel: Carry On My Wayward Son.

Ch 10: She's a witch.

When I woke up, Dean was holding me so tight I couldn't move. I tried my hardest, but my efforts just ended up waking him up. Sam was sitting on his bed, lacing up his boots already. Dean and I both sat up and stretched. I yawned, "What time is it?"

"Almost nine," Sam said, not even looking at me.

"How about we find a place for breakfast before we go?" Dean smiled, rubbing his face, as if that'd help wake him up.

"Let me just take a shower," I nodded, climbing out of bed and grabbing my bag before heading to the bathroom.

When I got out, Sam nodded, "Finally, come on, let's go."

"What's his problem?" I mouthed to Dean, as Sam slammed the door behind him.

Dean shook his head, "I have no idea. He was like that the whole time you were in the shower."

I shrugged and we met Sam outside. He barely said anything as he angrily chewed through a stack of pancakes. Dean and I shared a steak omelet. When we hit the road, we stayed on a highway all day, singing along to my Blue Oyster Colt tape. Sam was a grouch the whole time.

By the time it was dark, I popped my head over the seat, "I have to pee."

"Well, you have to wait forty minutes before we get to another rest stop."

I shook my head, "Yeah, that isn't gonna work for me. I have to go. Like, now."

"Then you'll have to go in the woods."

"Deannn," I whined. I hated that. "I'm not a dog."

"No, but you're a bitch," He smiled, pulling over.

Sam handed me some napkins and hand sanitizer form the glove box, and I headed off into the woods. At first, I only went far enough so that they couldn't see me. When I was finished with what I had to do, I was just about to go back, but I heard someone scream. Of course, I went running in the direction.

It seemed like I ran forever, but then I saw her. It was a women, tied to a tree. I almost reached her, but then I fell. actually, I didn't fall, there was just no more Earth underneath me. I was falling into a hole.

A hole that didn't end.

I don' know how long I was falling. I stopped screaming after a few minutes. Did I trip and hit my head? Was I actually dreaming the whole time? Either one was possible. Until I hit the water. Then I knew it was real.

I swam up to the surface, and crawled out. It was a river. I walked for a bit, knowing I needed to find someone and see where I was. What the hell had happened? This didn't make any sense. And when I found people, it made even less sense.

There were log cabins for house. Everyone was dressed old fashioned. Women were wearing seventeen layers of clothes when it was at least eighty degrees out. It must have been some sort of reenactment. that had to be it.

I walked up to one of them and asked, "Excuse me, where am I?" They all stared. The woman I had asked looked like she'd seen a ghost. That's when it clicked. The question wasn't where, it was when. I cleared my throat and asked nervously, "What year is it?"

"1692," A man replied, walking over to me.

I guess I didn't exactly fit in. My hair was long and dark brown, I was dressed in skinny jeans a black t-shirt, and leather boots, and I was soaking wet.

Then man went on, circling me- studying me, "Where did you come from?"

"The, uh.. the river."

He pulled at my wet t-shirt, tapped his cane against my boot. Then he stopped, and yelled, "She's a witch!"

"What, no, I'm not a-"

"She's a witch," He repeated, and women ran away, almost tripping over their dresses. Men held their children back. "She came from the river. Look how she's dressed! She's a witch!"

Two men came from nowhere, picking me upa dn carrying me away. I kicked and screamed and fought, getting a few good hits in before I was thrown down on the ground, kicked in the stomach, and thrown into a stock in the middle of the town.

Everyone looked at me as they walked by. They stayed a safe distance, though. "When will she be burned, mommy?" A small child asked her mom.

"Tonight," the mother replied quietly, "Long after you're asleep."

That's when it hit me. I was about to be part of the Salem Witch Trials. Of course I was. I closed my eyes and said to myself, "Dean, Sam, somehow.. find me. I need you guys."

The day went on and I got weak, shackled there by my neck and wrists. My legs were asleep from the knee down, and I was starving.

Eventually, it was dark. Everyone was inside. I knew it wouldn't be long. And it wasn't, because only a few minutes later, the man who had called me a witch walked out, and so did the men that locked me up. The drove a big post into the ground, piled sticks and hay around it, and then came for me.

They picked me up, and I tried to fight, but had no energy to do so. "Dean? Sam?" I cried out, but I knew it was hopeless. "Help me!"

I was tied to the post, and the townspeople all circled around me. "Don't I get a trial?" I asked, I knew about this stuff. My god damn name was Salem. I had done my research.

"You admitted to coming from beneath the river." Someone said. "From hell."

"I never said I'd come from hell," I pointed out. "Don't put words in my mouth."

"What do you witches want with our town?" Asked another.

"Well, I'm not a witch." I shrugged, "But I'd love it if you'd maybe pick up all the horse shit."

"Why can't you just leave us and our ways be?" A women called out in tears.

"Oh, cry me a river," I said, rolling my eyes.

The main guy turned his head, "Why, so that you shall disappear in the depths of it?"

The people in the 1600's were sassy, apparently. They didn't tell you that in history books.

"Now," He went on, lighting a match. "Get ready to be sent back to the fiery pit of despair, that is hell."

"Are things okay with your wife?" I asked, wanting to go out with some bitchy last words. "You seem kind of hostile."

Just as I thought it was over, he was about to throw the match at my feet, but someone tackled him. It was Sam. Dean ran up behind him, grabbing my face. He was in utter panic. "Thank god you're okay We were so worried! We've been looking all night! Well, it's been all day for you, but.." He looked straight into my eyes. "Salem, I do like you, okay? Almost losing you has made me realize that I actually have feelings for you.".

"What happened to no chick flick moments?" Sam asked, out of breath as he was fighting off all the men in town that had showed up to watch me burn.

"Dean, as much as I love this, you've got to untie me and we'll finish this conversation in the 21st century, okay?"

And we did. He untied me and we ran back to the river and dove in, ending up back in the woods that I had only gone in to pee. It was morning now. Dean and I walked back to the car holding hands.When we got back to the Impala, Sam got in the car, we did not.

"Was what you said back there true?" I asked, leaning on the hood.

"Uh, yeah," He grunted. "It was true, but I'm not saying it again."

"That's fine," I smiled, grabbing both sides of his face and pulling his into a kiss. It lingered for a while, then we got back in the car. He poked my head back into the front seat, and whispered into his ear, "You know, I didn't think I'd have to make the first move."

"Oh, believe me," Dean chuckled, pulling off onto the road. "There's plenty of other moves I can make."