User blog:The Weary TimeLord/Memoir of a Dimension Hopping Madman: Love in the face of pain. Chapter 3.

Chapter 3: The Boys are Back in Town.

 Else Where 

“Where is he, Nick is never late.” “I don’t know Dean, Cas do you know anything?” “He’ll be here soon.” Cas states as if it were a matter of fact. The three men were standing next to the large carved oak table on which a screen displayed an ever updating map of the world. Numbers detailing monster movements and hunter gatherings were shown alongside the map. (I will not go into detail describing the bunker as Sam and Dean would probably kill me. Cas would just look confused of course.) While the three were trying to decide how to continue a wind began to blow and a metallic wheezing and groaning could be heard. As the sound grew louder a blue box began to fade into view. With a final thrum of the engines the box came fully into view, “Well I guess he’s here Dean” Sam muttered with a happy smirk. Suddenly the left side door flew open and Nick stepped out, smoke billowing behind him as he sprayed a fire extinguisher back in the direction he had just come from.

 Nick’s Perspective 

“Ugh” I coughed up a fit from the smoke, Sam, Dean, and Cas were looking at me with mixed expressions. Sam was trying not to laugh and doing a pretty poor job of it. Dean had sauntered over to the liquor cabinet and was pouring a glass of whiskey. As for Cas he was kind enough to help me fight off the rest of the flames. “Ok I take it the TARDIS will be sidelined for a while?” “Yes, unfortunately, she helped me land safely but it stressed her, good old Silmë always watching out for me” I murmur as I pat the side of the box. “Uh huh” Sam murmurs, Dean then hands me a drink “You look like crap, here you need this”. “Thanks for the drink and the lovely assessment of my personage” I reply as I down the drink. At this point Cas spoke up “Shall we move on to more important business?”

We move over to the display map to begin laying out a strategy. “So would someone like to fill me in on the Coven’s movements?” Dean opens a file and hands it to me “This particular coven of witches as you know appeared three months ago and began killing hunters and civilians, they have been linked to at least 124 deaths but we assume there are many that haven’t been found.” Sam continued from there “While these witches have hit us hard and fast they’re getting sloppy.”  “How so?” “It seems they are leaving behind sigils and bodies now” Cas replied. “Ok” “I assume you already considered this but it seems to me there are two possibilities.” All while saying this I had been digging through my coat pockets, having found what I was looking for; I pulled my Sonic Screwdriver free. “The first possibility is the Coven is now overconfident because they have killed several hunters and believe themselves invulnerable.” “Which explains the disregard for hiding what they’re doing” Sam replied. “Exactly or…” “It’s a trap” Dean finished.

“Well I am incredibly paranoid to begin with so I’m going to assume it’s a trap and go from there.” I reply “Good assumption” Dean mutters, at this point I use my sonic to beam several gigabytes of data from the TARDIS into their computers. “Here’s what I found while checking my own resources” data maps, ledgers, and crime scene reports appear on screen. “These are from three Earth’s, yours as marked by the Supernatural logo, another Earth I help out on… “Wait one second”, Dean interrupted “I know you explained the concept of us just appearing as a TV show to the other inhabitants of the, Omniverse was it?” “Yes” I reply, “I still don’t understand that fully, but why do we have such a dumb logo?” “Ok to answer you first question/ thought, you appear as a TV show to the rest of the Omniverse because, ‘writers’ and I use the term loosely from these other Earth’s are actually mentally linked to other worlds in the Omniverse. They are conduits, when they dream they see the other world or worlds they are connected to, and believe this world to be their own creation and idea when in fact it’s been there all along, and they are simply attuned to it and as a result can view it. It’s like when you and Sam fell into that parallel reality where you were both those Canadian guys and were just actors on a show.” “That was awful” Sam muttered from the liquor cabinet having poured himself a drink. I continue “As for actors there are often times those who look like you because the Omniverse is infinite and includes every probability and every outcome.” “Even so, why do people want to watch us hunt monsters?” Dean grumbles. “Have you seen people recently, they are seriously screwed up” “That’s true” he replies still a little annoyed at the prospect of being viewed. “To answer your second question, the title was just drawn up by the artists, sorry.”