TRAVELLER

Chapter 10

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The next hour was spent talking with Bobby and Dean attempting to find something to make them trust me, even if just enough to lock up Sam. I knew it was for the better but they didn't, not yet anyway. Family meant everything to them and like Dean had said I wasn't a part of it, which meant that I would have to pull something decent out of the bag some piece of information that only someone like me would know.

"I know where God is" This statement caused both men in the room to turn fully in their seats to face me, 110% of their attention focused on me.

"He's in Heaven, commanding the angels." Bobby said simply, yet I could tell he didn't totally believe the words that he had spoken.

I offered a small smile. "No. He hasn't been there for a while. The angels are running the show. You might have been wondering why only a few angels have ever seen god, he's given up on us all."

Though in my own universe I was an atheist I knew that the belief that there was a God / Gods (depending on your religion) that looked over you, loved you and helped when you prayed to him was an extremely important ideology.

I hated to be the person to pull that rug away from underneath believers. I didn't believe in it, but that didn't mean that I thought religions weren't a powerful force to be reckoned with.

They unite people from different walks of lives, different countries and languages.

Not a minute had passed before all three of us were startled by the rattling of the front door knob. Sam was back.

"He's on earth. I can take you to him... Please"

Dean stood from his seating position. "If you're lying about this, I swear to God I will kill you. I'm not doing this for you, I'm doing it for him.

I was shot a glare from Dean as the door opened, to reveal Sam walking through the hallway into the kitchen. Dean turned to Sam smiling. A brief look between Dean and Bobby signified an unspoken agreement. "Hey there Sammy, where you been?"

When Sam looked up he stopped in his tracks, his eyes flickered between each of our serious expressions. Before he could say anything or react Dean had closed the space between them and knocked him over the head, I was sure any normal person would have brain damage from a hit like that.

Sam's legs collapsed from underneath him, making him crumple into an awkward looking heap on the floor, his legs and arms sprawled on the floor.

"When you did this on the Television show you put him in the Panic Room. You have built the Panic Room already haven't you, Bobby?"

Bobby answered with a gruff grunt "Yep. We better get him in there quick, before he wakes up."

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"Without Sam, I don't know if we'll be able to work out where he lives. It wasn't on the show, or if it was I don't remember where." I explained, hoping I hadn't lost everything I had worked to achieve.

"So, your saying I knocked my brother over the head and locked him up, trusting you, and now you're telling me you don't know where God is?" Dean raised his voice, his patience evidently thinning with me.

I made my way over to the bag that laid in the middle of the hallway, from where it dropped from Sam's shoulder as he was knocked unconscious 15 minutes ago and opened it. The contents was a jumble of items, however, there was one item I was looking for, a laptop. Pulling it out of the bag I made my way back through to the kitchen to take up my old position at the table.

I began typing away in the browser, as I spoke. "The reason you first meet God, wasn't because you were looking for him."

"You had gone on a suspected ghost case, I'm pretty sure it's the same one that Bobby was going to tell you about when we got here. In the TV show, you and Sam go into a comic book store in your FBI 'uniforms' asking the questions like you normally do, but this guy had read a book series called Supernatural. He wasn't sold by your act, suits, badges or your rock aliases, they matched the books he read, featuring a Sam and Dean who were hunters. These 'supernatural' books are based on your life. God wrote them."

"God wrote them?" Bobby asked his voice almost angry.

Adjusting the laptop so it now faced Dean and Bobby who were currently staring at me I carried on explaining "Yeah. He prefers the name Chuck now. The books are written by his own alias though, a Carver Edlund. These are the books here look, the Supernatural Series"

Both Dean and Bobby got closer to the laptop display and scanned the page that I had pulled up. "Like I said I don't know where he is exactly but I do know where we can find out". I scrolled down the page to reveal the address of the publishers. "We can find out his address here". If we had had Sam here there might have been a possibility of tracking down an address for chuck but Dean's technology skills were no way up to par to be able to find out information like that.

"You two better get a move on. Sam has been out a while already, I doubt he'll be out for much longer. I'll keep an eye out on him." It was like Sam had a sixth sense that we were talking about him as he began banging against the door, of the panic room, the noise travelled up through the house.

"Be careful Bobby. Sam's going to go through an intense withdraw, that blood was doing some freaky things to him."

Bobby left us with his parting words as we grabbed our belongings and made our way out of the house. "You both better hurry up then and get back here to help me out"

The car fell silent as Dean drove away from the house. An uneasy feeling settled within me, I had made Dean leave the thing he loved most alone with Bobby when he knew his brother was going to go through the extreme pain I had mentioned. So, I at least hoped the introduction was going to go well enough to put me in good stead. The silence was uncomfortable, every time I had ridden in the car before now had been quiet and music less but it had been a pleasant kind of silence that required no talking or music to fill it.

I leant over slightly from my place in the passenger seat to turn on the radio. It roared to life blaring the last tape that Dean had left in the console. Although I still felt a vexed aura radiating off of Dean the steady sound of the beat seemed to calm him, I noticed in my peripheral vision his shoulders visibly relaxing, even if by just a small amount. I didn't know the song playing but being as it was one that Dean listened to it interested me. It was an insight into the brother's world. While the television show I watched was true to the characters as the creators and the actors saw them to see the real deal and experience them in person was something else entirely.

The rest of the route to the address I had found online was painful, to say the least. Dean wore a solid unreadable mask the whole way, never stopping for food or a toilet break. We just kept driving.

As soon as I thought I had made progress, gaining trust, I just went 10 steps back and to be honest it was draining. I had been 2 weeks away from going into my third year of university but here I was, thrown into a world I had only been able t0 visit in my dreams. Did I really know what I had been wishing for? It's easy looking at your own boring life and wishing it was different. Yet here I was doubting if this is what I actually wanted, with an immeasurable amount of pressure on my shoulders.