Woot! Another chapter down in a few days! Soooo pumped with this one! I really enjoyed writing the interactions between Dean, Bobby and Haven. It was fun to see how Haven and Dean's personalities clash from their intense stubbornness. Anywaaaaaaaays this chapter is a little on the long side, but I really wanted to get it so that the next chapter Haven would get to meet Sam and really get the party started! I really hope y'all enjoy this chapter, lot's of dialogue and some revealing things about how things might play out.

I do not own any Supernatural tv show characters, that's all Eric Kripke. But I do own my oc Haven. Please please please review! I love reading reviews whether it's praise or criticism I just like to know that people have something to say about what I write! Constructive criticism is always welcome! Now start trailing your eyeballs all down this chapter! 3

Dean stood there in silence barely blinking at me. It was awkward, and I couldn't take the awkward anymore. Just as I was about to encourage him to speak he raised his hand signifying that he was about to make sense of my story.

"Okay… so what you're telling me is there are several universes, one of which you were pulled from on the same day I was pulled out of hell? And you just so happen to know everything about our lives because we're a tv show where you come from?" I nodded in response. "Well now I just feel violated…" he gave his comedic disturbed look, and then turned to Bobby. "Bobby what the hell is going on!?"

Bobby shrugged his shoulders, "beats me, ask her. She knows more than we do at this point."

Dean faced me again. This time it was with his more intimidating "give me answers" look. Oh great, nerves are back. I started backing away from them putting up my hands in a defeated "please don't hurt me/drill me" stance. Why must everything escalate so quickly here?

"Look guys, even if… well I do have answers, but you might not be ready for them! If I told you everything it could ruin so much and make your lives miserable. I'd love to spill, bu…"

Dean interrupted, "So spill then! Don't give me this 'butterfly effect' crap! We want answers!" Pausing his anger for a moment his expression changed from frustration to concern, and I watched in fascination. "Was it Sammy? ... Am I out because of Sam?" I didn't reply right away. Nor did I have time to as Dean began to yell, "Tell me dammit!"

"Dean!" Both Dean and I snapped to attention when Bobby growled at him. "Enough boy! She's right, if she told us everything it could cause terrible effects. There's a reason why we're not supposed to know the future!" He paused seeing Dean tense, "Calm down, you're not thinking straight."

Dean's emotions were off the charts right now, and I knew what he was feeling far too well. There's nothing quite like the love for a brother. I saw him ball up his fists and his anger seethed off of his form at Bobby. And then I did something unexpected. I placed my hand on his shoulder, and not the one with Cas's handprint. It was still quite raw, and I didn't feel like touching burnt flesh.

His face quickly snapped to my hand and then to my face. I froze realizing what I had done, but I couldn't stop now so I immediately began to speak.

I sighed "I know what you're feeling…"

"Sweetheart don't you dare pretend to know. Just coz you've watched our lives play out on your fancy flat screen tv in the comfort of your own home, doesn't mean you have the right to play God and then tell me you know how I feel!" He moved away from my hand with his last words as I felt them cut through my chest like a knife. As pretty as Dean was it still hurt like hell when he was upset with you. I never thought I'd feel his wrath the first day I met him. This was not okay.

The more I thought about what he said the more I became pissed off. I was trying to help, and I was comforting him for something I really understood. I had brothers too dammit! I knew what it was to worry about them so painfully… and I knew what it was to think no one else understood. But I did, and I hated people telling me I didn't.

Dean turned away from me and that's when I summoned up my best Bobby voice. "Dean Winchester! Don't you dare tell me what I know or don't know! You think you're the only one with a brother you'd die for? Well guess what! You ain't!" By now I was grabbing his shoulder and making him face me as I got up in his grill. I was not going to be intimidated by him, not if I had to stand my ground in order to protect them.

Now I know you're probably mad at me for yelling at him, but seriously he can be a stubborn ass sometimes and he needed to be shook up from time to time. In this moment I was able to be one of those bad ass people.

"I do know what it's like Dean… and maybe someday I'll tell you about it. But know this, I have to 'play God' for now in order to keep you all safe! Right now I have absolutely no one to care about and nowhere to be but with you guys. So get used to it Winchester, I'm holding the cards here and there is nothing you can do or say to make me jeopardize your safety!" I was out of breath now after my long winded rant and Dean's eyes were as wide as beautiful hazel saucers as they assessed my petit 5'7" form glaring up at him. And then I softened up as my rage subsided.

"I know y'all don't know me, and it's going to take time for me to be a part of the family, but please know that since I'm here my focus is on helping you. And if I do harm you somehow I wouldn't blame you for shunning me entirely. I know the value of a brother and I just… I'm not gonna let it happen again." The last part I said quietly to myself as I felt tears slowly forming in the corners of my eyes. Not good.

"You okay Haven?" I faintly heard Bobby say to me. He was currently leaning against the table with his arms crossed watching the insanity that was me.

I slightly turned my head to view him eyeing me with concern and replied. "Yeah I'm fine, just getting a bit worked up is all." Then I slowly glanced back at Dean who was scratching his head obviously uncomfortable with the whole ordeal.

"Sorry for getting all rawr on you," I threw up my hands like a dinosaur as I said this. "And just so you know I was about to tell you that your being pulled from hell was not Sam's doing."

I could see the relief of my answer shine through his eyes and his shoulders loosened as well. "See that wasn't so hard to share now was it," he said smiling at me with a wink, but then his face hardened. "That is if you're telling the truth. I'm still not trusting you 100%. I need to hear this from Sam… speaking of which, Bobby… Where is Sam exactly?"

"Well he's alive as far as I know." Bobby replied exasperated with the day's turn of events.

"Oh good," Dean sighed with relief. "Wait what do you mean 'as far as you know'?"

"I haven't talked to him in months."

"You're kidding me you just let him go off by himself?"

"Well he was dead set on it!" Bobby was getting uncomfortable now with Dean drilling him about Sam and the tension filled the room… again.

"Bobby you should have been looking after him." I could tell Dean was becoming exhausted, but he still found strength to argue whenever it was about his brother not being protected.

"I tried. These last months haven't been exactly easy ya know, for him or me! We had to bury you." Bobby was getting irritated with Dean now.

So Dean avoided this by asking a more serious question. "Why did you bury me anyway?"

"I wanted you salted and burned the whole drill, but… Sam wouldn't have it."

Dean nodded his head in agreement with being salted and burned, but replied with "Well I'm glad he won that one."

"He said you'd need a body when he got you back home somehow," then Bobby pointed at me and finished by saying, "but apparently that isn't the case. Course all we have is her word for now."

I opened my mouth at this, about to reply in upset when Dean interrupted me. "Well whatever did get me out, if it wasn't Sam… it's gotta be bad mojo."

"What makes you so sure?" Bobby said with concern in his voice.

"You should have seen the grave site. It's like a nuke went off! Then there was this… this force, this presence that I don't know, it blew past me at a… fill up joint." I smiled at this, knowing that Castiel was the presence. And then Dean started taking off his shirt. "And then there's this." He lifted up his sleeve to show Bobby the handprint.

Bobby's eyes widened in shock and he moved towards Dean in a hurry to get a closer look at the burn marks. He gasped, "What in the hell!?"

"Looks like a demon just yanked me out, or rode me out."

"But why?"

"Umm… I can answer that." The two turned their attention back to me, suddenly remembering that I would know the answer… course they were still skeptical of me. Eventually they would know for sure once the proof showed up through the events to come.

They were staring at me now expectantly. "It wasn't a demon that rode you out. In fact nothing rode you out. I can tell you now, but you won't believe me. Hell you barely believe the being when he tells you himself."

"Try me," Dean replied forcefully.

"Okay," I stared back at him with intensity trying to hold my ground and show him I meant the truth. "It was an angel that pulled you out. And by angel I don't mean the cute little cherubs that people mistakenly think of as angels. I mean a bad ass warrior of God from the Bible angel."

They both blinked at me in disbelief, and I could see a faint smirk forming on Dean's face. I didn't care if they believed now, they would find out eventually.

"Yeah I'm definitely not buying that crap. I mean angels? Seriously?"

"Yes Dean seriously. I know you don't believe, but in time you will," it was then I realized we had to get the show on the road soon. They needed to find Sam and get the gang back together. Then it would be the trip to the psychic Pamela, who I would hopefully be able to stop from getting her eyes burnt out. After that they'd meet up with Castiel in the barn, and that realization made me giddy as a super annoying school girl.

"Even so, we should probably find Sam, and I'm sure Bobby'll want to contact Pamela to figure out what pulled Dean out of hell since y'all don't believe me."

"How the heck did you know about Pamel… Oh right, you know everything," said Bobby rolling his eyes with the notion of my being a know-it-all. I sighed at this, one day at a time Haven they'll trust you eventually I thought to myself frustrated.

"She's right. I'll try to find out where he's staying." Dean then turned to me eyeing me up and down, probably still trying to figure me out, and finally stomped away to the phone. Bobby then came up to me and gently grabbed me by the arm to face him.

"You know it might be a long trip we're about to take. Are you prepared for this?" Ugh… he was right. In the show the drives always seemed so short, but in reality the distances were long and tedious to travel. I was probably going to sleep… a lot.

"Yeah I should be okay. I'll just sleep… or think." It was then that I became aware of my attire and the desperate feeling of a need to change. "Actually um… I was wondering," I suddenly became shy and started pulling on my clothes because I never really liked asking things of people. Especially people I randomly just met, and let alone were my favorite tv characters.

Bobby's face turned to un-amusement, "Spit it out girl." I snapped out of my awkward shyness and rushed my question when he growled at me.

"I was just wondering if you had a change of clothes I could possibly wear because I feel kind of gross in these especially if we're going to ride for several hours." I immediately began to bat my eyes and attempted a small pout as if to say "pretty pretty please?"

He sighed at this, "Yeah sure, I have some clothes upstairs that should fit you. Hunters come through here every so often so it's good to have supplies lying around."

My face brightened with this notion of fresh clothing, "Thank you Bobby!" And then I hugged him… which was unusual since I was a stranger… oops. But he still responded by slowly wrapping his arms around me too, and then we let go quickly so he could show me where the clothes were.

After finding the clothes, I went to the bathroom to put them on and of course they fit perfectly. Everything here seemed to work that way. The clothes consisted of an adorable blue plaid shirt, and regular semi-ripped jeans. Plain and simple, and hunter-ish, Awwwww yeaaaaaaaah.

When I went back downstairs the boys were waiting for me, obviously Dean had found where Sam was… of course I knew but he had to figure it out for himself. Otherwise he might end up losing his hunter skills. At least that's what I believed anyway.

"Sam's in Pontiac, Illinois right around the area I was buried. You ready to head out?"

I shrugged at this and answered with a smart, "I didn't exactly get to pack before I hopped universes, so yeah I'm ready." I smirked at him. It was fun being a smart mouth at the usual smart mouth, and of course he rolled his eyes at me. "Oh and by the way," I started as we began moving out the door. "Sorry for laughing at you earlier when you were splashed with holy water… but it was kind of hilarious."

He tilted his head to look back at me as he continued to walk to Bobby's car, "You think that was hilarious? You want to know what's really hilarious?"

"You?" I quickly replied and grew a giant smile on my face remembering the time he called himself hilarious. And with this response he stopped and looked at me with a perplexed "she stole my line" expression. The poor man just didn't know what to do, and it was great to watch.

He shook himself out of his confused state and frustratingly sighed, "Just get in the car."

I froze. We were at the car now and reality was settling in. I would have to ride in the backseat, and I hadn't ridden in the backseat of a vehicle since the night of the accident. Inside my mind a mini panic attack began to form and I had to stifle it through sheer force of will. This was no time to panic. I knew they wouldn't get in an accident, that doesn't happen. But still, I was more afraid of the flash backs that might occur. I would definitely be sleeping on the way there.

By now the both of them were already seated in the vehicle and Bobby unrolled his window to yell, "You gettin' in anytime soon?"

I cleared my throat and swiftly replied trying to hide the shakiness in my voice, "Yeah… um… yeah sorry. Was just having a surreal moment." I lied. I had a feeling I'd need to be doing that a lot in the future. This made me very uncomfortable indeed.