Time Can't Heal All Wounds

You're Not Going To Believe This But...

Time Can't Heal All Wounds

Chapter 3

You're Not Going To Believe This But…

Kevin Tran had been sitting at the main table in the bunker, when it started to shake. His first thought was, 'Oh crap, more angles falling, the bunker's going to lock down, and I'll be stuck in here again."

By the time he jumped out of the chair and made it to the bottom of the staircase the shaking had stopped. He stood there a minute, waiting for the lights, bells and whistle to start going off. But nothing happened. Just the sound of his breathing.

He glanced around the room, it wasn't like before, there were no lights, the doors would still open and now that he thought about it the shaking had come from within.

Dean and Sam were off on a hunt, something about virgins going missing. There was no way he wanted them to think he was weak, so rather then call them he simply grabbed one of Dean's many guns and started searching the bunker for whatever had caused the shaking.

Given that the bunker was pretty massive, it took him awhile to get to what Sam liked to call the 'dungeon'. It was his least favorite place given that it held his least favorite person, so he saved it for last. Happily the doors to it were still closed. He was about to turn way from them and head back upstairs, chalking it up to a mild earthquake, when he heard distinct sounds coming from that dreaded room. Crowley seemed to be chuckling and talking to himself.

Kevin returned to the door, pressed his ear against it. Crowley's voice was still muffled, but he was defiantly laughing now. "That can't be a good sign," he said softly to himself as he opened the doors and slid the bookcase's out of the way.

Crowley was still in his spot, chained up, holding his hands in front of him. "It wasn't me," he offered. The dungeon was lit by two low hanging lights, that were still swaying from the trembling earlier. They were casting odd shadows over the figure laying on the ground in front of the desk. Kevin kept the gun aimed at the figure as he made his way to the center of the room. He ignored the monster in the middle of the room.

"Who are you?" he shouted, grateful there was no trembling in his voice. Last thing he wanted was to sound weak in front of Crowley. The figure moved it's head slightly, and mumbled something he couldn't hear. "What?"

"Oh come on. Not even a 'How ya doing,'" Crowley mocked.

Another mumble, but the figure didn't move. Once Kevin got closer he could see it was a female with brown hair and she was laying face down in a small pool of blood. "Roll over so I can see you better."

This time he could hear her better, but still had to strain his ears to catch what she said, "I can't."

"I do have a gun," he told her, "and I have no problem shooting you."

"Oh I like it when you get all protective."

"Shut the hell up, Crowley," Kevin growled at him.

There was a slight pause, the only part of the person moving was from her breathing. "I physically can't." Again the voice was barley above a whisper. "It was a very rough trip."

Kevin kept the gun trained on her, not sure what to do now. She wasn't threatening him, but he still didn't like the fact that somehow this person had gotten into, what he considered the most secured place in the world. "Alright, I am going to roll you over with my foot, but if you move I will shoot first and ask questions later." Once the words left his mouth he realized just how dumb they sounded.

"Very tough," Crowley purred from behind the desk.

There was a slight mumbling from the girl and Kevin could make out the words, 'fuck off Crowley,' but she didn't move. He crept over to her and dug his sneaker toe under her right shoulder and flipped. He could tell she was trying to help roll but she must have been telling the truth about being unable to. She flopped over, more then rolled, like a dead fish.

Her nose was bloody, and Kevin could see her lip was split pretty bad. "What happened to you?" His first question probably should have been 'How did you get in here?'

The girl took a deep breath, "I face planted on the floor. I was too weak to catch myself. Am I still in the bunker?"

The only part of Kris's body that didn't hurt right now were her eyes, and those she kept roving around the dungeon. Her insides felt a little better when she realized that Crowley was chained up, but she didn't couldn't put a name to this Asian boys face. Although she was sure she should know him.

He still had the gun trained on her, but she was to drained to move on her own. When he didn't answer her first question she moved onto her second. "When is it?" Even those two little questions took a lot out of her. The guys eyebrows furrowed.

"It's November, 2013 Dear," Crowley answered for him. God she wished he wasn't here. Castiel had sent her back to well after her birthday.

"Shut the fuck up Crowley," Kris hissed as loud as she could. It still only came out as more mumbling.

"Language Darling," he continued to bait her.

"How did you get in here?" The boy asked.

"She literally just.."

A gun shot echoed loudly in her ear. "I believe she told you to shut up," the boy told Crowley. She liked him already.

"Kevin, this was my favorite shirt!" His voice was a mock whine.

Kevin! This was Kevin Tran. The Prophet.

Kevin was helping her to her feet, "I think we'll continue this somewhere else."

"Thank you," Kris mumbled. "I'm Kris, by the way."


Kevin lead Kris out of the dungeon, through the library and into one of the many spar rooms. He didn't say a word as he plopped her on the bed then helped her get a little more comfortable. She was too wiped out to protest when he slapped a cuff on her left wrist then connected it to the headboard.

"Sorry," he told her, "this is just to be on the safe side."

Kris just closed her eyes and gave a slight nod. It wouldn't be the first time she had been handcuffed to a bed. "Don't worry about it," she mumbled.

"So how did you get in here?"

She thought about it for a moment, she would need someone who was at least on the same chapter as she was, even if she couldn't give him the page. "I'll make you a deal. I will tell you everything I can with a condition. You can not tell Sam and Dean, at least not yet."

"I'm not a big fan of keeping things from those two. They do that enough to each other."

Kris grinned, "Yea they do. Alright here is how I got in." She reached in to her right pocket and pulled out the Key to the bunker. "I was able to get in because I had this on me." She handed it over to him.

Kevin stared at it, "Is this a copy of the bunker key?"

She shook her head, "No, there is only one. This key is The key, it's just from thirty years in the future. Castiel gave it to me before he sent me here. I am from the future."

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