Don't Blink by the--blackdahlia (John Winchester X Reader)

Chapter 6

1970

 

“Cas?” (Y/n) asked, staring at the woman sitting by her. She tilted her head to the side, much how the Cas from her time would do.

“Do I know you?” Cas asked. (Y/n) shook her head.

“No. Well, at least not yet.” She explained. Cas looked confused. “I’m from the future. And I want to get home.”

“Time travel?” Cas asked. “Most beings to not dabble in such things. What creature did you face?”

“I’m not sure.” (Y/n) said with a shrug. She watched some teenagers walk by, radio in hand. A Beatles song was playing from the speaker. “I just know that I want to come home.”

“I sense heartbreak.” Cas said. “I am not good with such situations. I’m sorry I cannot help. But I sense something else. Something I can’t quite figure out.”

“I’m sure there’s a lot you can’t figure out about me.” (Y/n) told her. “There’s a lot I can’t figure out about myself.” (Y/n) stood up and paced. Cas watched her, trying to figure out the story behind this young girl. She could sense importance in her soul. This girl was supposed to do great things, but Cas wasn’t sure what it was. Heaven had nothing about her in the information she could access.

“What do you need my help with?” Cas asked, watching (Y/n) pace.

“In my time, the angels sent my friends back and forth through time a lot.” (Y/n) said. “Is there any way that you can send me forward in time?”

“I haven’t had to use that part of my grace before.” Cas kept her eyes in (Y/n). “But, perhaps another type of magic?” (Y/n) stopped and looked at the angel.

“You mean like witchcraft?” (Y/n) asked. “Man, Dean’s gonna love that one.”

“Dean?” Cas asked. “That name means something.”

“Yeah, you’ll learn all about him in about forty years I think. Well, he’ll be born in about nine years or so.’ (Y/n) explained. Cas just watched her. “Can you stop staring? That’s one thing you’ve always done that bugs the shit outta me.”

“My apologies?” Cas asked. (Y/n) waved her off. “If you wish to go through with this, I must gather your ingredients. I can’t guarantee where you will end up though. That can be risky.” (Y/n) glanced down at the bad. John Marine shirt was laying on the top of the pile.

“There’s nothing for me here.” She said sadly. She didn’t expect Cas to understand. Even the Cas from her time wouldn’t understand. He might be in love with humanity, but he didn’t quite get everything about them yet. “I had a duffle bag with some hunting gear in it when I came here. I didn’t have it when I ended up at John’s house. It’s gotta be out here somewhere. It might have some things in it we need…” (Y/n) had barely finished before Cas was placing her fingers on (Y/n)’s forehead and closing her eyes.

“I found it.” Cas told her before disappearing. She appeared back seconds later with the duffle bag. (Y/n) opened it to make sure her things were all there. Her guns, salt, lighter, back up matches, wallet, and her cassette tapes from Dean. She smiled some as she touched the small carrying case that held six tapes. She had told Dean that she didn’t know who Bob Seger was or that she didn’t listen to Led Zeppelin, just so he wouldn’t take her CD’s or anything. She was expecting him to knock on her bedroom door at Bobby’s not long before his year was up to present her with some homemade Greatest Hits. She never went anywhere without them now.

“Thanks Cas.” (Y/n) said. Cas stared at her. “What?”

“This shortening of my name. Is it commonplace in the future? Does everyone shorten their names?” (Y/n) sighed.