THERES NO "IMAGINE..." BECAUSE THAT WOULD GIVE IT ALL AWAY!
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The breeze from the opened window made Sam's bangs blow in the crisp midnight wind.
"Don't be a baby about this," Dean flicked at Sam's ear as they drove down the peaceful highway. "It was just one time, won't happen again."
"You mean me having to wait in the lobby while you finish up with some- some?? Girl." Sam was livid, he didn't enjoy having to wait for his brother while he screws some chick.
"She's not just some girl... Her name is Dust, Sammy." Sam chuckled at the women's incredibly fake name.
"Dust? What kind of name is that?" I think Sam knew exactly what kind of name that was.
"Doesn't matter. What'd you got there?" Swiping the newspaper clipping off Sam's lap, dean skimmed through it throughly, whilst driving. "We've never been to Topeka?"
Sam shrugged while ripping the paper out of Dean's grabby hand, giving him a harsh glare in return.
"First time for everything.. isn't that right?" Dean didn't even question his raggedy haired younger brother, he just kept driving.
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"Open the god damn door, Dean!" Sam's had to pee since the end of their argument in the car, now dean was just enjoying watching his brother squirm while he pretended to "not know" how to work a door. "You pick locks for a living! Open the damn door!"
"Got it. Calm your tits," Dean smirked and pushed open the door, same time as Sam pushed him over and bolted his moose body to the bathroom.
*10 MINUTES AND 4 BEERS LATER*
Sam neatly placed his clothes in the dresser drawer, there was only one so they were gonna have to share the space.
"What kind of dresser has a mirror?" Dean asked, staring at the mirror from his bed, across the room.
"A cool one, I don't know?" Sam smirked, placing his last pile of flannels into the drawer.. something felt weird? Sam's attention went directly to the mirror, staring deeply into, it was almost like he wanted to remember something, a memory almost that was taken from him-
"Sammy, You good?" Dean's face hid concern but not very well, almost like a toddler playing hide and seek.
"Yeah.. totally fine." Sam knew Dean didn't totally agree with that but he was gonna have to manage with that answer for now.
"Well I'm gonna hit the sack, don't wake me if anything happens." Sam smirked as Dean nudged him on the shoulder rather rough but ended up passing out shortly after that on his own bed.
Sam trudged towards his bed, shrugging off his two layers of jackets and unbuttoning his flannel to reveal a tee shirt underneath, Sam looked rather startled. What happened?
"Something is wrong?" Sam whispered to himself.
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It was rather early, Sam couldn't sleep and Dean was exhausted. It made for quite a slow morning.
"Drink this," Dean shoved a plastic cup of cheap coffee into Sam's chest making him let out a hearty groan. "You look terrible, what's up?"
Sam didn't even know anymore, he felt unsure about everything and didn't even feel like himself. Something is definitely wrong.
"Cheap motels, coffee from a run down shop, riding around constantly looking for cases with no end. What are we even doing, Dean?" Dean stared at his brother rather confused, that was their job?
"Sammy, it's what we do? Hunt and kill the monsters that killed mom." That sparked something in Sam's memory, Mary. They already know what killed Mary?
•SPOILERS ARE CONTAINED IN THE REMAINING PART OF THIS IMAGINE. DON'T READ ON IF YOU'RE NOT CAUGHT UP•
"We've already dealt with what killed mom, Don't you remember?" This wasn't right, how could dean not remember? It should be crystal clear to him. "...Azazel"
Dean stared into Sam's eyes with desperate confusion, he didn't understand and it was starting to concern him.
"Sammy... I have no fucking clue what you're on about, but I think you need some sleep?" That wasn't flying with Sam. He didn't need sleep-
"I need answers, Dean! I'm Sam, not Sammy. Mom's not dead anymore and we live in the Bunker!" Dean's expressions weren't even identifiable anymore.
"I believe you," That surprised Sam, he didn't think Dean would, but also... He's his brother. "I've felt a little strange too like something's off... I didn't wanna say it at first."
Sam's concern quickly faded to relief, his brother believed him and that's all that mattered... now they have to figure out WHAT happened to them.
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The boys marched down quiet streets, no one was to be found or seen. What was going on?
"How did we even end up here?" Dean asked, Sam just shrugged, he didn't know himself and it was starting to get terribly frustrating to him.
"I have no idea but we've apparently went back in time... but where is everyone?" That kind of took dean by surprise, he didn't even realize they were walking through a ghost town, it was so quiet you'd be able to hear a pin drop.
Dean walked over to an empty newspaper stand, everything was neat and untouched.
"Sam, look at this." Dean held out the probably not daily newspaper and Sam looked completely distant.
"This is from 6 years ago... what the hell is happening?" Sam and Dean's equal amount of confusion soon came to a close as someone spoke in the near distance.
"Looks like you boys seem to be in a pickle?" The voice sent waves of remembrance through Sam and Dean's body, remembering almost every inch of their lives.
"...Gabriel," Sam smirked and turned towards the short smiling man "What did you do?" Gabe just stood there and shrugged his giddy shoulders.
Gabriel moved slowly towards the boys which made them rather uncomfortable. "Well boys, believe or not but... it wasn't me?" That didn't surprise Dean but it was a bummer to Sam, who would it be then?
"You're only here because you haven't died yet... Who would send us back in time? And why're you here with us?" This was all to confusing for Sam or Dean.
"Sup bitches." Sam's heart dropped at the very familiar female voice and dean looked relieved.
"Charlie!" Sam bolted towards the girl and hugged her extremely hard, as well did Dean. "Do you know how we got here?"
"Don't you remember?" Charlie smirked like the boys were clueless, which to her... they were. "Ooof course you don't." Sam and Dean still didn't understand.
"Where are we? How did we go back in time?" Charlie smirked and turned to Gabriel who joined her side.
"His name is Barry Wickens. He's a witch, very powerful and very vengeful," Sam stared into oblivion but Dean seemed to be on to something.
"What do you mean... revenge? What did we do?" Charlie shrugged, how was she supposed to know what they did.
Charlie walked around the boys and Gabe did the same but in the opposite direction, having them meet up behind the boys.
"You're The Winchester's, what haven't you done?" In seconds Charlie's present was short lived and Gabriel had also disappeared, they were alone again.
"Well shit..."
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*2 HOURS LATER*
"What have we done in our future to make someone hate us this bad?" Sam paced back and forth through their motel room, Dean just sat peacefully on his bed, drinking beer.
"Sammy, we pissed off some sort of creature, what's new?" Dean was right, they were pros at pissing the wrong ones off.
Sam couldn't handle not understanding, Dean looked peaceful but Sam was a wreck. He wanted to get back home.
"Hello," Sam and Dean both jumped and shrieked at the deep voice from the corner of the room, It was Cas. "What are you boys doing here?"
"Who the hell are you?!" Dean held out his blade that stuck in the back of his jean pocket, directing it at Cas.
Sam stared into Cas's blue eyes with question, he wanted to remember who he was.
"...Castiel?" Sam said it like it was a question to a math problem you didn't exactly know. "You're Cas."
"Something is blocking me from getting you back to your time, what's happened so far?" Cas asked. Dean was processing this slower than his brother, he still didn't trust Castiel at all.
"We met Gabe and Charlie, they're gone, almost like they just vanished?" That struck some interest in Castiel.
"We have to get out of here." Cas stomped towards the boys, putting a firm hand on Sam and Dean's shoulders... They were gone.
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Falling to the ground, the boys smashed their heads off the cold metal floor and groaned heavily.
"What the hell, Cas?!" Sam slowly got up and helped his brother who was hurt pretty bad from the fall. "Where are we now?"
Sam held his brother as Dean hopped on one foot, he must've sprained his ankle from what happened. Castiel was fine, just trying to find a way out.
"We're in some sort of metal crate? Where, I do not know?" Cas smoothed his hand along the distinctive metal wall.
"I'm glad you're all alright," The female voice made Sam and Dean stare up, there was a whole other room up there. What was happening?
"Who are you! Where are we?!" Dean yelled, his hurt voice made Sam concerned for him... Like always.
"You don't know us yet, we're just like you... You'll know us soon enough." Cas stared in anger at the blonde female. He knew her.
Sam set his brother on the floor because of how much pain he was in, it wasn't just his leg. There was more to it.
"Tell us who you are or I swear to god I will kill you!" Sam threatened the women who just laughed.
"From all the way down there? Good luck, see you on the flip side, Sammy." The blonde female smirked and walked away calmly. This infuriated Sam.
"WE'LL FIND YOU! AND WE WILL KILL YOU!" Sam screamed, his hard voice bounced off the walls, Cas stared into Sam's eyes with regret for not telling him who she was... He couldn't.
NON EDITED
THANK YOU FOR READING! IF YOU'RE ON SEASON 12 THEN YOU PROBABLY KNOW WHO THIS BLONDE WOMEN IS.
THE 90TH WASN'T SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS, IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SUPERWHOLOCK BUT I DIDN'T HAVE ENOUGH TIME. THAT IMAGINE WILL BE OUT SOON THOUGH.
HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS IMAGINE, MY NAME IS HUNTER AND I WILL SEE YOU IN THE NEXT PART. BUH BYE!!!