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I did not have a particular season in mind for this story to be set in, but it'll be from 8x13 onwards as it takes place in the Men of Letter's Bunker.

Sammy + Side Story: The Journey

Chapter 1
Hourglass

Men of Letter's Bunker

"What have you got there?" Dean asked as he walked into Sam in the library, observing an object in his hand.

"An hourglass. Found it inside some book." Sam tossed the thick library book at Dean, who caught it and opens it up to find a carved out shape of an hourglass inside the pages.

"Huh, one of their antique-toys again?" Dean flopped down on one of the chairs. "How long do you think it'll time?" Dean asked idly while flipping through the book-container.

"An hour? I don't know." Sam replied as he flipped it over and places it on the table.

"There's some writings or symbols carved into this thing…" Sam brushed his fingers across the aged, wooden-frame of the hourglass.

Dean stops at a page, having spotted something. "Hey look, there are some scribbles at the side. French? À-me-sure-que… Man, this tiny handwriting..." Dean massages his eyes. Sam takes over the open book and he too squints at the small writings at the edge of the page.

"(In French) As-space-time-con-torts… the-jour-ney-halts… and-the-past-the-pre-sent-the-fu-ture-unites… I think it mentions something about a journey. And…time?" Sam articulated the scribbles with difficulty.

"Oh, you don't say," Dean replied sarcastically, nodding at the hourglass. "Hey the thing's stuck," he told Sam, as the previously steady dripping of sand has stopped.

Sam holds up the hourglass and gives it a little shake. He even tilts it back the other way but the sand doesn't fall through either way. Giving an unconcern shrug of his shoulders, he places it back on the table and turns towards the shelves with the book-container in his hand while checking his phone for a French-English translation.

"What the…" Dean suddenly uttered behind him.

Sam spins around and finds himself face to face with Dean and… someone else.

"Where am I?" The uninvited "guest" spurt out in surprise. "Who are you? …How did you get me here?" He backs into a defensive stance against the wall as he spots Sam and Dean staring at him.

Sam and Dean gawk blankly at the newcomer and then turn to each other in complete bewilderment.

While the two of them are still stunned into silence, the young "intruder" had pulled out a pocket knife from inside his jacket and flipped it blade-out.

"What are you and what do you want?" He raised the blade high up, levelled to his face. His voice and expression is one of focus, more than fear.

"Whoa whoa, ok, there's no need to wave that thing around here…" Dean said as he stood up from his seat with his palms up. Apparently, it was a wrong move as he looks even more threatening now, towering over the short teenager.

The tween wields his blade at Dean, who counter-attacks with lightning speed, and the blade changed hands in a matter of seconds.

"You've got to swing harder than that, kiddo, I'm embarrassed for you," Dean teased. The attacker didn't give up, however. He then pounded with his fist, which got caught and lightly twisted to his back and next thing he knew, he is pinned, face-down on the floor.

"Whatever you are, my Dad and brother will find you. And kill you!" He declared in a muffled voice as his face is sticking to the ground.

"Hey, hey, calm down, we're people, alright. Not monsters," Sam clarified while Dean let go of him and backs away to a safe distance. He immediately jumps up from the floor, still looking wary but calmer than before.

"Not monsters…" he repeated. "Wait, so… you guys are… hunters?" He inferred.

"Well…yes, we are," Sam confirmed.

"How..why did you bring me here?"

"Actually, you just er, fell out of thin air," Dean replied.

"But I think we have an idea what made that happen," Sam look at Dean and then at the hourglass.

"Oh crap… Why can't it just be some stupid old timer like it should be," Dean groaned.

"What are you talking about?" The teen asked, confused.

"It's…a long story," Sam sighed.

"Ok, whatever it is, I need to get back to my family. Now. Where's the door?" He looked around and spotted the exit upstairs as he spoke.

"Oh..no, you can't go," Dean blocked his way with an outstretched arm.

"Why not?" He said defiantly.

"Because they won't be there... Wait… Sammy!" Dean shouted when he dodged past him to get to the door.

Sam stopped in his track and turned around. "How do you know my name?" He eyed the two of them suspiciously.

"Who are you?" Sam asked again.

This new story is posted as a belated "Happy Birthday!" to Sam Winchester and also, in celebration of my end of finals! Woohoo~~! I'm aliveee~

Fun Fact: I'd originally wanted to make this a one-shot and park it under "Supernatural Shrabbles". But since I've got a stand-alone for (Demon)Dean, I thought it's only fair to have a Sam(my) stand-alone too~

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Coming soon… Chapter 2: Welcome to The Future