From the Ashes [Supernatural] {4}

3.1 In the Beginning

Blood

Fear

Darkness

Screams

Cries of agony

"STOP! I CAN'T!"

"SCREAM!"

I jerked awake, setting up as I breathed heavily. I put my hand on my forehead, sighing in relief. It was just another nightmare. I was in a motel room with my brothers. I wasn't in Hell anymore.

"Hello, Scarlett." I looked to the side of my bed and saw Castiel sitting on the edge. "What were you dreaming about?"

"Rainbows and unicorns," I told him sarcastically, giving him a look. He smiled a little, looking away, "No, you not."

"What do you want?" I asked, changing the subject. "Listen to me. You have to stop it," He said. "Stop what?" I asked with a frown. He didn't answer and just reached over to me, putting two fingers to my forehead.

"Hey, kid." I opened my eyes and looked over to see a Deputy standing next to me, "You can't sleep here, honey."

I frowned and saw I was sleeping on a bench in the middle of a day at the side of the road. I looked at the Deputy as I set up, "Sorry."

He nodded and walked away. I sighed and looked down at my jacket to see it was over me as a blanket. I reached into my inside jacket pocket and pulled out Dad's journal. I placed it on my lap and reached back into my pocket to grab my phone. I pulled it out and saw I didn't have a signal. I held my phone up but couldn't find any signal.

"Perfect," I muttered sarcastically as I put my phone and Dad's journal back into my jacket pocket. I looked around at the cars and noticed that they were the old cars but they looked brand new.

I frowned before grabbing my jacket and stood up. I walked across the street and walked into Jay Bird's Diner. I walked inside and heard 'Rambling Man' playing throughout the diner. I sat down next to a guy, "Hey, where the hell am I?"

"Jay Bird's Diner," The guy answered. "I mean, city and state," I said. "Lawrence, Kansas," He answered. I looked away with a frown, "Lawrence?"

"Hey, you okay kid?" The guy asked me. "Yeah, tough night," I said. "Do you drink coffee?" He asked. I tilted my head with a frown but nodded. He waved to the clerk, "Hey, coffee here, Reg."

"Okay, coming right up," Reg told us. I pulled my phone out and showed it to the guy, "Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?" The guy scoffed softly, "The USS Enterprise?"

Reg brought the coffee and I noticed he was dressed in 1970s hippie clothing. "Thanks . . ." I trailed off, "Nice threads. You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?"

"Sonny and Cher broke up?" The guy asked me in shock. I frowned and looked around the diner to see everyone dressed in 1970s clothes. I looked at the newspaper the guy was reading.

Nixon accepts resignation of top . . .

Monday, April 30, 1973

"1973?" I mouthed the words. "Hey, Winchester," A man called. I looked to the door and saw an old man with a smile, walking past me to the guy that was sitting next to me, "Son of a bitch. How you doing, Corporal?"

I looked between them in confusion. "Hey, Mr. D," The guy said, shaking Mr. D's hand. "I heard you were back," Mr. D said. "Yeah, a little while now," The guy said. "Good to have you home, John, damn good," Mr. D said and my eyes grew wide.