Time's Not On Our Side, Sam Winchester

Chapter IX: Hello Dear

"Cass, what the hell?!" Dean exclaimed. "What? Was I not supposed to bring her here?" he asked, totally oblivious. "No! We've talked about this before, Cass. You can't just... zap someone to us. Especially here! We can't be bringing this crap into this timeline," Dean said, while Sam grunted in disapproval.

"This Timeline?! Sam, what the hell is going on?" you asked, breathing suddenly felt impossible.

"Um..." Sam scratched his head nervously. "Cass, come on, man." Dean frustratedly waved his hands. "Oh. My apologies," he replied before touching your forehead, sending you into a deep sleep. "She won't remember anything that happened in the past four hours."

Sam pulled you from Cass' arms and brought you to an old beaten down couch. He carefully laid you there, making sure you wouldn't be too uncomfortable.

When he came back to Dean and John, they both looked at him and stopped talking. He knew exactly what they were talking about.

John was telling Dean he thinks Sam is in way over his head. Dean was agreeing, but defending his brother.

"Sam, can we talk?" Dean asked. "Yeah, but we should probably stay here, just in case Y/N w..." he started. "Let's go get some air," Dean interrupted, leading Sam out the door. "But, wait..."

The cold night air filled his lungs. Dean closed the door and stood in front of it to keep Sam out. Sam stood there with his arms crossed, giving a long sigh.

"Dude, let me in. It's cold out here," he said, reaching behind Dean. "You'll be fine," he stated quite frankly. "Okay. What is it?" Sam asked.

"I know exactly what's going on here, you know?" he said, smugly. "And what's that?" Sam asked, annoyed. "You love her. Don't you?"

Sam scoffed. "W-What? This is ridiculous, Dean. Just let me back in." "Oh, wow. This is worse than I thought." Dean laughed. "Okay, I'm done," Sam said annoyed. He tried to get in, but Dean stopped him.

"Dude," Sam said in a warning before pushing past him.

*January 7, 1815*

You yawned and stretched your arms out, recovering from your sleep. When you swung your arms back down, you fell off the couch. "What the..."

You looked around at the old cabin. "Where am I?" you whispered to yourself. "Sleep okay?" a deep voice startled you. You looked up to see a man, but not just any man... John Winchester.

"Y/N, hey." You saw Sam walking toward you, his hair disheveled and sleep wearing on his eyes.

"Sam? Where am I?" you asked as he reached a hand down to you. You took it, and suddenly felt self conscious. Dean nodded to you, and you looked to Sam again.

"This is where I've been staying," he told you. You were so confused. "How? I thought you were rich. I mean, not that I care, but you had those weird clothes... what were they called?" "Jeans," he chuckled. "Yes. Jeans, and a d.. digi..." "Digital watch?" he asked. "Yes! So, how do you live here?" you asked.

"It's a.... It's a long story," he replied. "I have time," you said, crossing your arms. "Fiery. You got good taste, Sammy," Dean shouted as he entered the washroom. "Shut up, Dean," Sam said back. "Sorry about him..."

You stayed silent, giving him a look. He cleared his throat.

"Right. Uh..." He looked to his dad, and placed a hand on your shoulder. "Let's go talk outside," he said, leading you out without giving you a choice.

You spoke at the same time. "Let me just..." "I'm really sorry..."

Sam sighed. "No. Don't be sorry, Ladybug. It's kinda my fault you're here," he said, awkwardly.

You gave a slight smile, contributing to the awkwardness. "Maybe I should..." you started, but were completely interrupted. "I'm a hunter," he blurted out.

You stopped, and squinted in confusion. Is that all? A hunter?

"That's what this is about? Geez, I thought you were going to tell me that an ancient warlock is after me or something," you laughed. "Well..." he shrugged.

"It's okay, Sam. My dad's a hunter, too," you consoled him, placing a hand on his cheek.

"No. Listen... Ghosts, Demons, Monsters, they're all real, and Cass is an Angel," he spoke quickly, in a nervous way.

You burst into laughter. "Y/N, it's not... funny. I'm telling you the truth," he said, desperately.

You stopped and scoffed. "Right. Let me guess. My neighbor's one of these so-called 'monsters,' and that's why he threatened me." You looked to him, and his expression showed that you were right on point.

"Oh my... Oh my gosh. M-My neighbor's a monster, and he threatened my family?!" you began to panic. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down, Bug. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you," he said, placing a hand on each of your shoulders.

You looked into his big hazel eyes, and an overwhelming feeling of comfort and trust filled you.

You nodded, and wrapped your arms around him, taking in his scent. You stood there for a while, just taking in everything. You felt safe in his arms.

"Are you okay? I know this is a lot to take in," he said, causing you to slightly pull away. "What do I have to do?" you asked. He sighed and led you back inside.

"Oh, good. I was afraid he would scare you off," Dean said with a smile. John came storming into the main room, a big book rested in his arms. "You on board?" he asked. You nodded, and looked to Sam for assurance.

"She's in."

*A Few Hours, And a Lot of Explaining Later*

"Okay, so let me get this straight... Chronos, a god. The god of time, wants to use my lifeforce to go to your time, which is about 200 years in the future so that he can live with his wife and raise a family, and the only way he can do that is through me... tonight?"

They all stared for a second, then unanimously nodded, mumbling "mhm's" and "I think so's."

"Yeah, I think that about sums it up, so... ice cream, anyone?" Dean asked, raising his hand in the hopes someone would join him. "I need some air. I don't think I can breathe much longer." You pushed past Sam and with an unintentional slam of the door, you were gone.

"I'll go talk to her," Sam told them. "Go get her, loverboy," Dean teased. "Bite me," Sam said firmly before leaving.

He saw you laying down in the grass, watching the clouds pass. He couldn't help but smile as he made his way to you.

He laid next to you with a long sigh. No words had to be spoken. Being in each other's presence was enough. You moved closer to him and rested your head on his chest.

"You do realize this is insane, right?" you asked, breaking the silence. "Yeah, well, most things my family does is insane," he replied. You chuckled, earning a laugh from Sam.

*That Night*

You took a deep breath. "What if I can't do it?" you asked as you all walked to the place he said he would meet you, which just so happened to be the place that you had spent so many nights with Sam.

"Hey. Don't do that. I know you can do it," he told you. All you wanted to do in that moment was take his collar in your hands and pull him to your lips, but it's not the time, and you can't risk it.

"Alright, Sam and Dean, you guys go over there, I'll be over here. When you see him, do not go for him right away. Wait for my signal, got it?" John asked. "Yes, sir," they both replied.

You started for the middle of the field, but stopped yourself.

"Everything O..." Sam started. You silenced him with a tight embrace. "I trust you," you whispered before running off.

You waited there for what felt like forever. You started fiddling with Sam's bracelet, and thoughts of him filled your mind, though they were quickly interrupted.

"Hello, dear."