TRAVELLER

Chapter 7

"We're Losing. We're losing the fight, the war. You've been chosen to help the Winchesters in the war by heaven." Cas's kind eyes were fixated on me, however, the overwhelming sadness and exhaustion showed in his eyes as well as his voice.

"Why me. What could I possibly be able to do to help? This is just a show to me, I have no special skills, no supernatural powers, what use am I?"

With a small smile on his face, Cas said. "More than you could know."

"That does not answer me Cas. Why am I here, season 4 here, and not in season 13 or wherever you're from?"

"We had to find an alternate universe to ours. One that had minimal differences to our own, at the start of Dean and Sam's lives. This is the point is where their fork goes left and my universe went right." He said it with such a matter of fact tone like that was all I needed to know and somehow that explained everything. Angels...

"Okay and.. Why did you need a different set of Sam and Dean?"

"You've watched the time travelling classics, haven't you? Different realities of the same people should have no effect but we had no idea what could happen. Whether if we used past Sam and Dean they'd fade into non-existence, or whether it would split a hole in time and space, there was no predicting what would happen. Not even angels know that much about time travelling"

"Hmm, okay.. and what's my role in all this?"

"You've watched the show over and over again. You can help save the people that my realities Dean and Sam have been unable to. Educate them about things you know about their family and about my universe. Train them. We're losing the war and we need more soldiers"

Before I was able to ask anything else, he vanished. The sound of wings confirming his departure.

A sigh escaped my mouth as I stared at the empty seat next to Dean, where Cas had been just moments ago.

My mind refocused with a clearing of the throat from across the booth. Pulling my head up I saw that both Sam and Dean were staring intently at me. Just when I thought I had made some headway with them. I've taken 50 steps back.

"I need the toilet" before either of the brothers could refuse me, I jumped up on to the booth's seat. Gripping the back of the seat I hurdled over it landing on my feet and took off in a fast walk to the 'ladies'.

Although I had needed the toilet, the need to just think and not be in the presence of anyone overruled my needs. Putting the toilet seat down I sat down, letting my head tip to the side to rest against the toilet stall wall divide.

Somehow without an audience, I felt able to collect my senses, becoming aware of myself all at once. My muscles in my body still screamed with any sort of movement, I was sweating in the sweltering heat of the mid-day and I felt like I was underwater weighed down unable to reach the surface to quench my starving lungs. With answers came a million more questions in my mind. I didn't know how to cope. I didn't know what to do. It was all too much.

I fought to collect myself to leave the bathroom but every time I was almost ready to unlock the stall I would sigh and lose myself again.

This was just ridiculous, I knew if I didn't sort myself out soon I knew I would be stuck here for hours. With this thought, a knock sounded against the outer most door to the toilets.

"Freya?" I noticed the voice had come from Sam.

"Yeah? Gimme a minute." Hearing footsteps leading away from the bathroom, I let a deep breath out preparing myself to pull myself up from my position, on the toilet.

After unlocking the door, I walked forward to face the mirrors that lined one of the walls. Looking into the mirror in front of me I took in my appearance. The mirrors sat above the sinks, so I decided to attempt to make myself a little bit more presentable from the tired and grimy person that currently stood in the mirror.

Seizing my given minute, I turned on the cold tap and squeezed the soap from its dispenser into my grubby palm. I began by washing my hands, then moved onto my face and other exposed parts of my skin. The cool water both aided waking me up and the cooling of my temperature. Although not perfect I did feel a lot cleaner. To finish off I pulled the bobble from my wrist and gathered my shoulder length up into my hand and slipped the bobble over the hair to secure it into a bun on the top of my head.

Nodding to the reflection in the mirror, I deemed myself respectable enough to go back into the restaurant. I breathed in one last deep breath before pushing open the door out into the seating area. My eyes met Dean's as I came up behind where Sam sat. He jerked his head up slightly in my direction signalling to Sam that I was back, his head turned to me as I walked around to the end of the table. I sat down next to Dean this time as he was still next to the wall. "Look, I don't know anything more than you about why I'm here but I do know quite a bit about you both. And, well, that includes things that you don't know about yourself. Please, believe me when I say, you can trust me. I totally understand that you don't right now but you will. I'm tired and I need to sleep, I'm overwhelmed with this and I am not dealing with this well." Pausing, I took a second to recompose what I wanted to say next because the truth was I was just talking as the words came to me. I didn't know whether what was coming out of my mouth was making sense or whether it was doing anything to help with my case with the brothers, but that was all I could think of right now. They would just have to satisfied with that, at least for now.

A hand surprised me, as it came into view. Dean had reached over to me and squeezed my hands which were placed on the table, in a reassuring way. The simple action of the squeeze dispelled much of my anxiousness, my body relaxing with the touch. All that Dean said was "Okay".

That was all I needed, and I was glad that that was enough for them at least for now.