"Now come on ya big pussy, I'm not helping you into the car!" Dean jokes rather loudly and draws an unimpressed noise from the nurse who locks the wheels in place, walks around me opens up the Impala's passenger side door all the way, then tries to help me out of the wheelchair, and feels up my biceps and abdomen along the way of helping me into the Impala, help that I didn't need but allowed.
Dean looks at me with a small smile on his face, "Dude, that cougar was totally hot for you." Dean snickers and I roll my eyes.
"Dude, shut the fuck up…and tell me about those "tests" you preformed on me earlier." I grunt back at him and put the word tests in air quotes.
"Okay, so not sure where you're at on what you remember that isn't exactly pertaining to you but…we're hunters, we hunt all the dark and nasty shit this world has, it's bloody and we hunters typically die choking on our own blood, but before then we save people, vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters, ghosts, demons, ghouls…pagan gods, they're all real…and their favorite things to do are snack on people." Dean says and pauses for a few moments while looking me over with an unreadable expression on his face and in his eyes.
"Silver, iron, salt and holy water are our main weapons against everything that goes bump in the night…I-I had to make sure you were still you and not something just wearing your skin, Matty." Dean continues his shoulders slumping slightly as we come to a stop at a traffic light.
"Okay, I believe you Dean…I mean what you're saying sounds crazy, but I feel a deep sense of trust and no homo love towards you, so no matter how crazy all this sounds to a guy with amnesia and cat eyes…I believe you Dean. With that said, where are you taking me because I doubt you call any place but this beautiful girl home?" Dean surprises me by smiling at me the lack of jab at saying I feel love towards him that I expected doesn't come.
"I'm taking you to Bobby's, Bobby Singer, he's a good friend of the family…almost like a father to Sammy and me, he'll get you up to speed on the dark and dirty of the world…and then you can decide if you want to stay in this life or not." Dean says to me, reaches over and clasps my shoulder, gives it a light squeeze before pulling it back and punching my arm.
"That's for all this fag mushy stuff, Bitch!" Dean says and turns away from a small smile on his lips as he starts driving again.
"Dick." I say back to him and turn to look out the window as Dean cranks up AC/DC Highway to Hell, listening to the music I zone out and begin to think over what I remember of the show, having only watched up to episode thirteen of season seven.
'I don't know the entire future timeline other than what I gleaned off of wiki fanpages.' I think and begin running through some of the major plot points and items that could really help me and my new cousins out.
'Ruby's demon killing knife, the colt, Sam's demon blood addiction, John's death and deal with Azazel to save Dean's life, the Campbell's compound and its compendium of Supernatural knowledge, Adam Sam and Dean's half brother and the Ghouls, Jessica and Bradley…Purgatory and the Leviathans, he who must not be named and is the big cheese dickbag of this universe.'
'I think I'll try to save Jessica, Joe, Ellen, and the mullet brainiac dude who's look-alike from my world was Jessie in Fast & Furious…along with Rufus and Bobby.' At some point I fall asleep in the passenger and next I'm being shaken awake by Dean.
"Come on, Sleepin Beauty, we're here." Dean jokes, gets a groan and playful punch towards his face in return for his effort of waking me.
Dean chuckles, "Heh, still not much of a morning person I see, glad to see some things don't change." Dean jokes and I flip him off.
"Fuck you, five more minutes." I grunt and close my eyes and just about fall back to sleep when Dean shuts his door, walks around to the passenger side of the Impala, opens the door and makes me spill out onto the gravel driveway.
"You fucking asshole!" I growl and get to my feet and pull Dean into a headlock, Dean throws some kidney punches while laughing his ass off and I start giving him a noggie.
A gruff voice barks at us as a door creaks open, "Knock it off, ya Idjits!" I look up and see Bobby Singer and this time the fanboy exuberance nearly overwhelms me but I tamp down on it.
"Hey Bobby!" Dean greets with an unrivaled fondness that he tries to hide, while letting out a chuckle and tapping my arm in surrender, making me let him go, once I free him I give him a good shove, that makes him fall onto his belly.
"Dick." Dean mutters good-naturedly.
"Paybacks uh bitch, Bitch." I return with a good-natured jab and as Dean rolls over onto his back I offer him my right hand which he takes and I pull him to his feet, Dean tries to sling an arm over my shoulder, but being a shorty it's an awkward gesture.
"Bobby, this is Sammy and I's cousin on our Mom's side, he's got amnesia and I gave him all the tests he came back clean even with his appearance his name is Matthew Campbell." Dean introduces me to Bobby.
"I know who he is ya Idjit, I worked a few jobs with his parents before they retired, come on inside you two…I got some chilli in the crockpot. I'm sure you Idjits haven't eaten anything besides junk food on the way here." Bobby grunts and the way he looks at me it's like he's filled with regrets towards something, I don't know what exactly but I have a suspicion.