A/N: Helloooooooooooooo my Imperial Storm Army and new padawans to the Dark Side! Raise those lightsabers as we take down the Rebel Base with this new story! Yup I said it! New story! Whoo! This isn't on my profile for a few reasons, one: It was a spur of the moment thing, two: I'm watching my all time favorite movie Balto. This crazy inspiration also came about after remembering I follow the Iditarod. So mixing all that together, I got this! So without further ado, IT'S TIME FOR BATTLE!
Summary: Sam, Dean, Cas, and Bobby are transported to Nome, Alaska in 1925! Wha? How'd they get there? How will they get home? And why are Dean and Cas wolves? While they're there Sam thinks he's coming down with something, then when they finally find the way home, he falls victim to diphtheria! Not good! It's up to Dean and Cas to go get the medicine and bring it back to Nome in time! Can they do it? Based on a childhood favorite movie, Balto! Why am I asking you this? Let's go see!
Enjoy!
All mistakes are my own and flames will be used to make s'mores! Yummy!
Meet Father Time
Sam, Dean, and Bobby trudged into the old house and plopped down on the furniture. They had just gotten back from a difficult hunt. It started out as a simple salt and burn when a wendigo decided to make an appearence and tried to take a bite out of Sammy, but thankfully Dean got him in time and stopped the bastard. Once the wendigo was taken care of, they finished the salt and burn and just decided that home was a good idea.
Bobby looked over at his boys and smiled. Sammy was conked out with his head pillowed in Deans lap as Dean lightly stroked his hair, watching the news. There was nothing else on and they sometimes watched to see if word of any of their cases ever popped up. They rarely did but you never know. News crews are getting more nosey everyday. Oh well. Reporters have to eat to they guessed.
The soft fluttering of wings told them Cas was here. He didn't say anything, just sat down and watched the news with Dean as Sam sawed logs. Bobby chuckled and started writing in an old book. He kept records of hunts and salt and burns. Just in case. They didn't notice the presence in the room, until Sammy bolted up right.
"Sammy? What's wrong?" Dean asked concerned.
Sam ignored him and scanned the room until his eyes landed on the figure hiding in the shadows. Sam drew out his gun and aimed it in the direction of the figure. Dean and Bobby did the same and Cas stood in fighting stance.
"Who are you and what do you want?" Sammy asked.
The figure stepped out and revealed himself. He was old looking person hold an hour glass in one hand and a staff in the other.
"I am Father Time." He introduced.
"Father Time?" Bobby asked.
"Yes. Father Time. Samuel Thomas Winchester. I have come to send you and your family on a mission. History is about to repeat itself and I need your help to stop it." Father Time said.
"How do we do that? And is not dangerous to tamper with time?" Castiel asked.
"Ah, little Castiel! How you've grown! And yes it's dangerous but so is history repeating itself. So please." Father Time said.
"We'll help, but what do we have to do?" Dean asked.
"You'll figure it out when you get there. Now sleep." Father Time said. He raised his staff and tapped the floor with it. When he did, the Hunters and Angel fell to sleep. "Good luck, and be careful. One of you may not survive."
Nome, Alaksa 1925
The Hunters and Angel groaned awake. They opened their eyes and looked around at the frozen tundra before them.
"Where are we?" Sam asked.
"Hell if I knew. But if I had to guess, I'd say we're in Alaska." Bobby said.
"Alaska!" Dean howled.
Sam and Bobby looked at Dean and Cas and gasped! They were wolves!
"Dean, Cas. Do you guys feel okay?" Sam asked.
"Yes, why? Is something wrong?" Castiel asked.
"Yeah. You're wovles." Bobby said.
"What? What are you talking about?" Dean asked.
"Look at your hands, or rather your your paws." Sammy said.
Dean and Castiel looked at their 'hands' and gasped and then at each other and howled.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO US?!" Dean growled.
"Don't know. Maybe Father Time changed you before we left." Bobby said.
"But why?" Castiel asked. He looked over at Sam concered when he coughed. "Sam. Are you well?"
Sam cleared his throat. "Yeah. I'm fine." The others didn't look convinced so he quickly changed the subject. "Maybe wolves are suppose to be apart of our 'mission' but why you two?"
That him and the others puzzled. Why were Dean and Castiel wolves and why the sudden coughing fit? Sammy was fine earlier. Their thoughts were brought to a halt when another coughing fit claimed the youngest of the family.
Bobby patted the young Hunters back until the fit stopped. Dean growled. He was angry! First he was turn into wolf and sent to a frozen island! And Sam was probably coming down with something and he couldn't take care of him.
"I'm fine. Not used to the weather here." Sam said.
The others snorted but rolled with it.
"Let's head into town and see if we can find a warm place to stay until we get things figured out." Bobby said.
The others agreed and trekked to the tiny town. They asked the general store owner if there was hotel or place they could stay for the time being. He pointed them to the hotel across the street. They thanked him and headed across. Since Nome hadn't been getting any visitors lately the owner let the family stay for free. They headed upstairs to find their room was stocked and Father Time had left Sammy and Bobby clothes that were apporpriate to wear for Alaskas weather and conditons, and Dean and Castiel had collars, tags, and documents saying what breed of dog they were. Father Time was smart. Sure there are wolves in Alaska but having one as a pet especially in a small town like Nome, would raise questions and probably end with Dean and Cas being killed or taken away from them. So as far as anyone knew Dean was a large Malamute/German Shepard mix, while Cas was a large Husky/German Shepard mix.
After going through everything and grabbing a bite to eat, they walked around town and talked to the locals. Tomorrow a race was taking place to see which dog is fast enough to compete in a race from Nome to Nenana.
After their exploration, they turned in for the night. Bobby taking the bed closet to the door like Dean does, and Castiel laid in front of the door wanting to be the first line of defense. About 20 minutes later Sammy came out of the bathroom towling off his hair then settling in bed.
"Good night guys." He yawned.
"Good night." The others echoed.
Once Sam, Bobby and Cas where asleep Dean scanned the room for danger. Finding nothing he settled onto his little brothers bed. He noticed Sammy shivering and he began to whine quietly. Dean sighed. Sammy was having a nightmare. He curled around his brother protectively. Dean smiled when Sam snuggled into him. He was finally able to drift to sleep.
Whoo! For a spur of the moment type thing, I think it turned out okay!
Until Next Time! I can feel it, calling in the air tonight! Oh lord!
