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-Tisha Wyman
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on my first fanfic "Shopping for little brothers is a pain." It was a delight to hear from you and the encouragement I received was awesome! This is my second fanfic, an AU story based on time-travelling with a few different aspects that I have decided to experiment with and hope it will capture your interest.

I am still pretty new to writing ff so please accept my apologies if I mistakenly make a character seem too different from what they are originally created to be.

This is also my first proper attempt at writing a multi-dimensional story so any feedback or constructive criticism will be very helpful and appreciated :)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Supernatural or any of its characters in this story. I do own the small handful of OCs created for the story.

Before I forget, our favorite brothers aren't introduced in the first chapter so I request for your kind patience as they will make their entrance from the second chapter :)

Well, enough talk from me :) let's get on with the story!

I sat on one of the kitchen chairs, watching the sun seep down between the hill tops visible beyond the canopy of trees through the windows. It had been a normal day. Mom and Dad were tending to their garden as my older brother Caden chopped wood for the furnace.

Since it was a weekend, we synonymously agreed it would be a good way to energize ourselves and have some family fun. After cleaning out the furnace which had been in store ever since the last winter, we got busy doing our part for the preparation of the special evening. Caden and I wanted to relive our childhood holidays, sitting by a bonfire and having s'mores and just spend some family time together. I was down with a slight fever and a runny nose so I was not allowed to do much of the outdoor work. It didn't dampen my spirit though; autumn is my favourite season and even though it triggers my allergies, it never truly gets me down.

After I had arranged the supplies and taken out the appropriate utensils, I placed them on the kitchen counter and made my way to the backyard. I had some warm clothing on and my scarf was doing a good job of covering nearly half my face; anything to ease a worry-prone Caden.

"There you are," Dad smiled as I went out and joined them near the newly made bonfire.

"Oh… I didn't know you got the fire started." I answered noticing the arrangements had been completed, "Let me get the stuff from the kitchen."

"Cool it squirt, I'll get them."

Caden took over as he made his way to me, "Can't have you sneezing on my precious ingredients."

I pulled a face as he fist-bumped my shoulder. Big brothers and their constant need for insults. Go figure man.

"Whatever, Shih Tzu." I replied. He grinned. He does look like one on any given day.

People would point it out one time or the other that Caden's hair looked sloppy and unkempt. Little do they know he does it to hide the long scar on his forehead which he got trying to save me from harming myself. I get periodic cycles of nightmares and they can go on for some nights before they stop abruptly.

I was having another one of them one particular summer night and it was a pretty freaky one. According to what my brother told me later, I had been screaming and thrashing around my bed so much that he could hear me through the wall dividing our rooms. He had rushed into my room, thinking the worst. When he saw me flailing my arms about- trying to push at some unseen intruder or grab something- he tried to restrain me and wake me up.

In my terrified, unconscious state I had grabbed the nearest thing I could grope for- my little chest of mementos with sharp engravings and bronze edges- and had struck Caden with it before waking up.

I opened my eyes to find Caden crumpled on the floor near my bed, clutching his bleeding forehead as our parents burst into the room.

"Did I do that?" I asked, hiccupping and swallowing my tears as I sat trembling on my bed. I was half-awake but it didn't take long to dawn on me that I'd hurt the one person who had always made sure I was safe.

Forgetting himself, Caden pulled me into a hug as he asked me what I'd seen and reassuring me it was okay now. I gave away to full-blown bawling after I woke up fully and saw the blood from his head stain the fabric around my shoulder. He tried to rock and sway me in the manner he did when he used to carry me as a baby, but out of shame I pushed him off and cried even harder.

It took me a long time to believe that he forgave me. He always reminded me that it wasn't my fault in the first place. I am still finding it difficult to accept that but he made me promise I wouldn't dwell on it any more. I try.

It doesn't help me to become accepting of it when I can clearly see that he cannot get comfortable with the idea of leaving half his face uncovered. The scar traced his hairline on the left half and ran down till the outer edge of his left eyebrow. I'd told him it was nothing to be ashamed of, that it was a sign of his protective streak. But he would always laugh it off saying it made him look akin to a gangster. In my understanding, don't do boys like a bit of badass-ness?

Ah. I haven't told you much about my family. My mom is a florist and my dad is a sales executive. How they met is a story for another time. My brother, who is three years older to me, is both my nemesis as well as my best friend. He loves me like there are no other girls in the world and sometimes drives me up the walls with his over-protectiveness, but I know he'd never let me get hurt.

And I'd gladly protect him too, if he let me. I tell him to get a life at times, to go out of our farm and meet his friends (which he does, though not as much as boys his age should). He always insists he's stuck with me. Oh well. I may never say it, but I love being his tag-along puppy that gets on his nerves. In spite of getting angry at me for always invading his personal face at random times, I know he loves it too- he has this special secret smile on his face when he thinks I am not looking.

Our parents joke that we could have been born twins.

Thinking these happy thoughts I sat down on one of the logs and waited for my mop-haired brother to return with Mom. Dad and I were making the place comfortable and I found myself really looking forward to the evening. They got the food and we chatted light-heartedly, fixing up the s'mores for roasting. Caden tried to stash away some of mine on his plate thinking I didn't notice. I stealthily switched our plates. Mom couldn't understand why we were making such a fuss when there was plenty to go around. To which Caden suddenly replied that he loved her, throwing her off balance and earning a good-natured laugh from Dad.

We managed to spend the evening without strangling each other, my brother and me. As he and Mom got into a deep conversation with his university options, I drifted off into my thoughts again. This was happening a lot lately and I blamed it on the fact that Caden was finally going to stay in the city as he pursued higher studies. I was happy and proud of him, but I had to admit, I was missing him already. I started travelling back mentally as I recalled some of the most priceless times he had been there for me.

He knows all my secrets as I know his; isn't that what siblings are for? They shoulder our worries when we are unsure to speak to parents and stick with us through thick and thin. So it made sense that when I happened to slip through the first time, he was around.

Slip through what, you are wondering.

I was fourteen and both my brother and I were on our summer holidays. It was late in the afternoon and we were on a one-to-one battle of Shadow Sniper in his room. I was winning and Caden was being a sore loser by tossing candy at me from his seat on his beanbag across the length of the room. I was sprawled on his bed on the opposite side of the room. It's one of the perks of being smarter than one's loony big brother because I called dibs on it before he could.

Right from the bed where I was playing from, I started to sink into the bed gradually as a soft golden light began to envelope around me. I was confused at first; it didn't hurt or feel bad, but it wasn't something we experienced every day. The light began to glow brighter, dimming out the natural lighting of the room and it caught my brother's attention. He threw down his controller and jumped to his feet, staring at me with wide eyes as I sat silently in bewilderment.

"Alex what is that?" he managed to whisper, filled with awe.

"I, I don't know… I'm feeling funny…"I thought out loud as I began to sink into nothingness, feeling no friction from the fabric of the sheets, or anything else around me for the matter. Then panic hit me, coursing through my veins as my pulse throbbed in my temples.

"Caden, it's weird… I'm falling! Wait, no I'm- I'm slipping? How can- how can I just…? I began to shout before giving way to full-blown screaming. "Caden help me!"

"Alex!" Caden shouted as he strode across the distance between us and lunged towards me, his arms reaching about to grab mine, "Grab my hand, Alexis! Grab my hand!"

"Stay back! Stay back Caden… I don't know if it can hurt you!"I screamed in terror as my brother's face was split in between confusion and disbelief at what I'd just said. He stopped short and looked at me incredulously.

"What? NO! Are you stupid?" he scolded me as anger took over him and marred his gentle face, "Like hell I'm gonna let you disappear!"

It all happened too fast. We were both shouting but the sounds began to drown out and gradually my hearing began to wane. Without any pain or discomfort, save from my own terrified and shaken soul, I had slipped through my dimension into another. No amount of science fiction I'd read could have prepared me for that ride.

The last thing I witnessed was my brother's frantic blue eyes and his terrified face, mouth screaming my name though I heard nothing. It was like being inside a vacuum. Then everything panned out to inky darkness before I was washed with a blinding silver light.

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