TRAVELLER

Chapter 13

"Woah," said a man's voice from across the room.

I squeezed my eyes shut hard, to clear the fogginess of my vision. Yup we were definitely in the bunker, I was sure that set of stairs looked familiar.

I turned my head to the sound and there was Sam, current Sam should I say atop a ladder pausing from painting sigils on the walls.

"Sam?" Dean asked as he looked up at his brother. "But we left you at Bobby's house. How'd you get out?"

Sam's eyes travelled to mine quickly "You weren't meant to come yet." he grumbled as he climbed down the ladder and made his way over to our group.

"I've done my part" God simply spoke, giving me a singular nod before vanishing out of site.

I turned my attention back to Sam not letting my annoyance for the supposed omnibenevolent God who quite obviously didn't give a single fuck for anyone at all, not even for one of his son's Castiel who was frozen in place behind Dean.  Turning away from the empty space which just previously held Chuck I snapped back at Sam "Look it's not like you gave me much guidance, is it? Or any for that matter, don't get mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you, Freya. We were hoping to have this place sigiled up and safe for us all before you told Dean and me about this place. Where am I anyway, I mean where is the other Sam?" He said softly looking slightly to the side of each of us like Sam was somehow obscured from view by all people shorter than his tall frame.

"Sam you gave me demon blood drinking you, I didn't know what the best thing to do was so he's locked up at Bobby's, in that panic room of his".

"Sam?" Dean echoed again which made me turn my attention to Dean who just stood completely still in the place that chuck landed us, his face turning a pale shade of white as his eyes darted to around the bunker and over his older younger brother.

By this time Sam had crossed the room and hugged Dean before turning to hug me pulling me in tightly as though I was a good friend, he hadn't seen in a while. "Hello Dean, I've missed you" A small smile spread across Sam's mouth looking between both of us. Missed him? What did he mean by that? I didn't think it was the right time to air my question so I stored it away for a better moment.

"I'm sitting down" Dean simply stated before walking towards the big table in the middle of the room.

"That's probably a good idea" I concurred walking to another seat, then I sat at the end of the table allowing Sam to have the chair opposite Dean. Castiel slowly began to follow us but stood a couple of metres away from the table as though he was going to observe the situation unfolding.

Dean studied Sam. It was plain to see on his face that he struggled to make sense of it all, unable to put all of the puzzle pieces together.

 Finally, after a few moments of silence, his head whipped back to me blindingly fast, blurting out his revelation "You were telling the truth all this time..?" I rolled my eyes at Dean but offered a small smile straight after realising I needed to focus on making him more at ease with the situation even if my own mind was still reeling.

"You put me in a shitty fucking situation, Sam Winchester. And honestly, if I hadn't watched your fight scenes for over 10 years of your life and know you could knock me out before I can even touch you I would punch you... no matter your size" my comment made Dean chuckle easing his face from the contorted frown that had been plastered on his face just seconds ago.

Sam laughed too but not as full bellied as Dean's was "Yeah, sorry about that. This whole plan was a little rushed, we didn't have much time to fine tune it all"