Traped in a diffrent world

Trust and Help (edited)

"I have one more thing to share," I began, feeling the weight of uncertainty in the air. The anticipation on Sam and Dean's faces heightened as they waited for the revelation. Rather than speaking immediately, I opted for a visual cue. With a slight movement, I lowered the neckline of my shirt to reveal a tattoo on my skin. The room fell silent as their eyes focused on the mysterious ink. Once I sensed they had taken it in, I pulled my shirt back up, and a subtle exchange of glances transpired between Sam and Dean.

Breaking the quiet, Dean finally spoke up, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity, "How did you end up at the boy's house?" It was a question that required careful consideration. I took a moment, contemplating how much to reveal. "His name is Liam. He found me in town, extended a helping hand, and we became friends. When I mentioned having no place to stay, he insisted I stay with him. Initially, I hesitated, but he convinced me." The unspoken truth about Liam being a demon remained concealed, a decision made to protect him from the potential consequences of the Winchester brothers' knowledge.

As the significance of my revelation settled, Castiel approached us, his presence adding a layer of gravity to the unfolding mystery. "Could you tell us what you were doing before you came here? Perhaps it holds clues to returning you," he suggested, his eyes reflecting a genuine desire to assist. Nodding, I embarked on a detailed account of the events leading up to my arrival in their reality. Once I concluded, Dean offered his assessment, "Sounds like a pretty normal day to me. As far as I can tell, there was nothing unnatural." Both Sam and Castiel nodded in agreement, leaving me with a sense of frustration at the lack of clarity.

Turning my attention to the necklace concealed beneath my shirt, I found myself lost in a flood of memories—images of my parents and Amelia. I felt a pang of concern, wondering if they were searching for me. Sam observed my contemplative demeanor and inquired about the significance of the necklace. "Is this the one you mentioned earlier?" he asked, prompting me to share more about its sentimental value.

"Yes, I was still wearing it when I went to bed. I just hope my family isn't worrying too much," I replied, the concern evident in my voice. Sam, intrigued, approached for a closer look at the necklace. "I feel like I've seen this somewhere before," he mused, his expression deep in thought.

"It's just a necklace. The man in the shop had it in different variations." I explained, trying to downplay its significance. Sam, undeterred, retreated to a nearby table, fetched his laptop, and began typing, leaving me with a furrowed brow. Holding the necklace in my hands, I absentmindedly brushed my fingers against the back of the pendant. To my surprise, I felt a rough texture, prompting me to turn it around. Enochian writing adorned the back—a detail that had eluded my notice until now. "How did I not notice this earlier?" I muttered to myself, a realization dawning.

Sam overheard my remark and sought clarification. "Castiel, there's something written in Enochian. Could you translate it?" I asked, turning to the angel. He accepted the necklace, looking over  the inscription before returning it to me. "It says 'change of time,'" Castiel informed us. The cryptic phrase hung in the air, its significance unfolding in my mind. "Change of time... what could this mean?" I pondered aloud. Meanwhile, Sam had closed his laptop, having found no relevant information in his search. The enigma deepened, and the quest for answers continued in the dimly lit halls beneath the Men of Letters' secret base.