End of the Line (sequel to Broken Soldier)

Zeke's plan part 2

Sam's POV (continued)

I rubbed my tired eyes, and shut them due to the bright light entering the room. How late did I sleep in? I looked over at the clock, and noticed it was only seven fifteen. Something felt off though. The spot next to me was cold, and that spot should be occupied by Bucky. God no, please let her still be alive. It couldn't have been a dream last night. All the memories these past two days felt so real. Whenever I hugged her, I felt the warmth radiating off her body, accept her metal arm. Those were the grey eyes I fell in love with, and they felt so real. Please don't let this be a dream.

"Bucky?" I called out, hoarsely.

No response came back, and I felt my heart racing quicker every moment. Calm down Sam, it had to be real. Ezekiel told me she was back, and I saw her after she came back from hell. So it wasn't fake. It still didn't help my anxiety.

I threw the covers off, and ran to our main sitting room, aka the library. As I approached, I heard two familiar voices. But they weren't the voices I was used to. They sounded like teenage voices. Okay, this is weird. Dean, Bucky, and I don't know any teenagers.

"Bucky, Dean?" I asked, stepping out of the shadows.

And I swear my jaw dropped two stories. The said people looked over at me, and begged with their eyes for me to help them. Except, I had absolutely no idea what to do. Bucky and Dean were teenagers, again. I knew Dean was one, because I remember when we were teenagers. But, Bucky, looked like a whole different girl. Her hair stayed the same, but her grey eyes were brighter. And she had hardly any scars on her body, and there were no grenade burns on her body. The metal arm was even gone. She must be the age, before she left for the war. Honestly, if I just knew Bucky as a teenager, I still would've fallen for her. She was beautiful.

"I uh, I'm so confused. What happened to you guys?" I asked, knowing none of us knew that answer at the moment.

"We were hoping you could answer that." Bucky admitted. Her voice was higher, and it had even more of an Irish accent tint to it. If she didn't have a huge Irish accent before.

"We were thinking the witch. I mean, Buck and I were both hit by her. So the obvious explanation, would be her doing." Dean pointed out, pacing the floor.

"Yeah, but I killed her. The curse should've reversed, or not even have affected us." Bucky countered, twirling a piece of her hair.

We all sat there in shock, none of us exactly sure what to do. I mean they both were right. The only explanation to them being teenagers, would be the witches doing. But Bucky was right, in the fact, that since she killed the witch, the spell should've been lifted. I sat at one of the chairs, and watched Bucky and Dean pace back and forth. They were alike in a lot of ways. One being, pacing the floor when they were confused.

Bucky was mumbling curse words about the witch in Irish, and I thought it was the cutest thing. Even though this was not a time to be laughing. She sat down across from me, and folded her hands in a praying gesture, and put her chin on top of her hands. Which gave me the perfect idea.

"We could ask Cas or Ezekiel." I mentioned, which got both of the teenagers attention.

"God, why didn't I think of that yet." Dean mumbled.

"Because you have slower brain waves then I do." I teased. Hey, I could actually have some fun with this.

Dean glared at me, while Bucky just rolled her eyes.

"Don't be so cocky, little brother. I can still kick your ass." Dean fought back.

"Dean, you're a twig, and literally five foot six. I think I can take you on." Finally, I could just taunt Dean, and he couldn't do a thing about it. This was going to be more fun then I thought.