I know I have a TON of stories out there, but I think I do pretty good at updating! I really am going to try and get this to be my last new story. I had a bunch I wanted to get out of my system, and I believe this is the last. I couldn't resist with the plot line. I really liked it. I haven't been able to update some of my other ones this week but that's because family's been here. This weekened, though, when they're gone I plan on sitting down at the compture before school starting and update a whole bunch of them. And while I have a lot, there's a lot of them that I have updated very frequently. Which is why I create new stories too. I really am going to try and make this my last new story for a while, until I finished a couple more.
Prologue
Dean laid in the bed in the dark room of the hotel. He rolled over. He had saw that Sam had gone out. Probably for a walk. He really was the walking kind of guy. Sure enough there was a scribbled note telling him not to worry. That Sam needed some fresh air. The last case that they had worked on they had lost a kid. It effected both a lot. But Sam really bonded with the kid, like Dean sometimes did with other kids. So it was harder on him. Quietly Dean rolled over.
Suddenly he heard what sounded like someone breaking into a lock a few minutes later. He stiffened. He knew what a key sounded like. This wasn't a key. It sounded like a paperclip or something. Someone was definantly trying to break in. He clutched the knife under his pillow and slowly sat up while doing so. There was a figure in the room. And that figure definantly was not Sam. He stood up and attacked without question.
Quickly they fought. He was surprised, and somewhat impressed, with this strange figure's ability to fight back. It had the same swift movements that he and Sam had. That John had taught them to use. In fact, the person's whole fighting style was similar to the brother's style. Something felt..familiar to him. He pressed the knife to the skin, though.
"Who are you and what do you want?!" He snarled while finally turning on the light. He stared in shock at what looked like a younger version of Sam. In fact the kid looked exactly the way Sammy did when he was in high school. He lowered the knife. "What the hell?"
"Wait," the kid gasped, rubbing his sore neck. "I can explain..."
"You better!" He snarled, placing the knife at the kid's throat again.
"I don't think you'll believe me, though."
"You better try."
"I'm..." The kid looked sheepish. "I'm from the future," he admitted. Dean frowned.
"What?"
"I'm from the future," he repeated. "An angel named Castiel sent me back."
Dean quickly remembered the time he went back to see his parents. He knew that time travel was possible, thanks to the angels.
"What are you doing here than?" He snapped. The kid looked mildly surprised at the fact that Dean so easily believed him.
"I'm..." He looked slightly uncomfortable. "I'm Sam Winchester's son," he said softly. Dean stared at him.
"What?"
"I'm Sam Winchester's son," he repeated. "And I'm here to save my father."
Even though I have a ton of stories, should I still continue with this one?