AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ummm, so hi peoples! ^_^ So it's been a while. Sorry about that. It's RL getting in the way again. My 47 year old mother is pregnant and the father(who she was married to), said it was either abortion/adoption or him. Needless to say my mother chose the baby. So it's been a wee bit stressful lol. Any who back to the story.
I've always wanted to do a time travel fic but never had a good enough story line to do so. I know exactly where I want this story to go, and I'm thinking they are going to be shorter chapters this time. This is more of a test drive I guess you could say, so please let me know what you think.
This is a sequel to "Cold". IT PICKS UP AFTER 6.22 SO IF YOU HAVE NOT SEEN IT DO NOT READ! Also there is going to possibly be some unrequited Destiel, fyi.
I am still working on Unknown Hero btw updates might not come for a while though.
Disclaimer:I do not own Supernatural!
°º¤ø,¸¸,ø All I Really Wanted: Chapter 1¤º°`°º¤ø,¸
'So...what do we do now?'
Dean looked up at familiar green eyes and sighed, hanging his head. 'I don't know.'
'Then why the heck are you even here now, huh? I thought you had some big "master" plan?' The scathing tone of the teenager should have made his hackles rise in challenge, but he couldn't muster up a decent comeback.
'Listen kid...'
'Don't call me kid! You know damn well I'm not.' The boy turned to look at him angrily as he paced around the room. Dean smiled in amusement, the strangeness of the situation starting to wear off. He looked at the clock on the night stand between the two beds, the red numbers switching from 8:05 to 8:06...the others would be back in a little bit.
'Really, cause from what I can tell, a seventeen year old is still legally a child.'
The teenager smirked at him, a grin identical to his own, and Dean remembered who he was dealing with.'Funny, cause you sure didn't think that when you were my age.'
He stalked closer and stood in front of Dean, hands placed on hips, his golden pendant resting on top of his Zeppelin t-shirt. Slightley longer blond hair stood up in unruly spikes and emerald green eyes met his own matching pair.
He leaned forward and let loose a crooked half grin. 'I know you didn't think that way, because I didn't think that way.'
Dean groaned and fell back on the bed. Dealing with his seventeen year old self was a pain in the neck.
TBC...
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