Hey everyone! This story idea has been in my head for a while, and I finally decided to write it down. There have been so many references in Supernatural to other fantasy works, like Twilight and Harry Potter, and I'd just love to see the boys come to Middle-Earth someday. Well, I guess that won't happen, but at least we got that great "But I can carry you!" quote in "Goodbye stranger" and Charlie reading The Hobbit to her mother in "Pac-Man fever", so that's fine. And since both these incidents take place during season 8, I'd say this story takes place at the very beginning of season 8 when Dean has just returned from Purgatory.

So I hope you enjoy this story, I've written the first four chapters already and I'm also pretty sure about how I want it to end, so updates should be somewhat regularly. (I'm mean, though - I'll be on holiday till Sunday so there won't be an update before then ;))

Warnings: Some swearing (Dean apologizes), majorhurt!Fíli, minorhurt!Dean, caring!Kíli-and-Sam, no slash whatsoever!

Rating: T just to be on the safe side

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I own neither The Hobbit, Middle-Earth, etc., nor Supernatural. This is for fun, not for profit.

Time: Supernatural: early season 8, Hobbit: DOS, when the dwarves reach Mirkwood Forest

"It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door.

You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet,

there's no knowing where you might be swept off to."

(J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings)

1: Wrong place, wrong time

This was not medieval London. Not even close.

Sam Winchester took in the scenery around him and knew immediately that something had gone wrong. He and his brother Dean were standing in the middle of a forest, with trees as large as houses and withered stones covered with moss surrounding them.

"I guess Cas screwed up," muttered Dean in frustration, and Sam nodded quietly. The angel had sent them back in time in order to find an ancient manuscript that had vanished in 1467, and had last been seen by Castiel in Great Britain. It had sounded too easy, Sam thought. Just a quick jump through time and space and they'd be back home for lunch.

"What do you think we should do?" asked Sam. Dean shrugged.

"Wait for Cas to show up and set things right, I guess. This is awesome. Really, fucking awesome!"

He kicked the nearest rock in anger, but all it did was cause him to stub his toe. Sam watched as his brother jumped on one leg, holding his foot with the other, sending curses into the black forest that would have made a sailor blush. The younger hunter couldn't help it – he laughed. He knew it was serious, but Dean looked too ridiculous in that moment in his medieval style clothes that he had gathered at a tiny LARPers store with the help of none other than Charlie.

At least we convinced her to stay at home. Wouldn't be any good if she was lost in here, too.

Of course Charlie had been furious, but had finally given in when Sam had pointed out that her red hair and knowledge of mysterious things wouldn't exactly be wise to show in a town still stuck in, and following the rules of, the Middle Ages.

Sam wondered where they had landed instead. He felt for the silver dagger tucked into his waistband, and he let go of the breath he'd been holding when he took the small weapon into his hand. It wasn't much, but it was some sort of protection. Dean had taken his beloved silver knife, though he had also stated that he didn't feel quite complete without his colt.

"Are you okay, Dean?" Sam called out to his still swearing brother, and Dean shot him a dark look.

"Apart from the fact that we're in the middle of freaking nowhere, I'm bloody peachy!"

"I'm sure Cas will find a way to-"

But before he could finish his sentence, all hell broke lose.

Suddenly there were loud noises in the bushes, barking and howling and yelling, and Sam stood frozen for a second when he huge wolf appeared before them. It was enormously big, and Sam stared wide-eyed at the extremely hideous, human-like creature that was sitting on its back.

"What the..." he heard Dean gasp beside him, and the ugly figure cackled loudly as it produced a sword from behind its back. The beast jumped forward, and Sam felt himself being pushed out of the way by Dean and the animal missed him several inches. But as Sam looked up he saw that more were coming, and finally instincts won over his body as he grabbed his dagger tightly and slashed out aimlessly at the deadly creatures surrounding him. From the corner of his eyes he could see Dean doing the same, but he couldn't watch him for long when the attackers came closer and closer.

"Aaargh!"

The world stood still for what seemed like eternity when Sam flinched at the pained sound, turned around and could only watch in horror as Dean was sent flying through the air by a massive wolf, landing hard on the ground.

"Dean!"

But another wolf was suddenly in front of him, even bigger than the previous one, and more were coming. The creature bared its enormous, deadly fangs, and its rider let out a maniacal, shrill laugh. Sam held his silver knife up in front of him, his eyes darting from the beast before him to Dean, still on the ground, and back.

Dean could feel a tree root pressing itself into his back, and a pain in his shoulder flared through his body as he tried desperately to get to his feet. The wolf jumped forward, teeth aiming at his helpless prey, and the brunette barely escaped the deadly attack when he rolled to the side. A quiet moan escaped his lips as the beast grazed his calf with its paws, and he couldn't help but close his eyes for a split second.

It was in that moment, when he felt his leg slashed open, that panic rose inside of him. The whole scene conjured memories of hellhounds and agony and fear, of purgatory and monsters lurking in the dark, and he tried in vain to crawl away from the wolf. The animal came nearer, standing so close to Dean that he could smell its foul breath. He gagged and felt for his dagger which he had lost in the fight, but the instant he moved the large wolf growled, stepping onto Dean's legs, pinning him in place.

I'm sorry Sam.

"Oi, you!"

Suddenly the wolf flinched, and Dean's eyes widened when people came running in from somewhere between the trees. They looked small at first sight, and the injured hunter gasped when a blond, bearded man jumped forward, wielding a glinting sword in each hand, and the creature let go of Dean, focusing on the stranger instead. Out of the corner of his eyes Dean could see the other men fighting off the wolves and their ugly riders, but he couldn't take his eyes of the fight in front of him. The man swung one sword at the beast, and it let out a loud shriek as blood began to drip from a deep gash on its flank. The rider produced an evil looking blade and urged his mount to go on. Metal clashed onto metal, the wolf howled and gnarled, and all the time the small blonde dodged the rider's sword swiftly, handling his own weapons with a kind of ease as a drummer would handle his sticks.

Groaning, Dean got to his feet, grabbing his small dagger tightly as he turned around, searching frantically for his brother.

"Sam!"

Review are very much appreciated!

I know this chapter was shorter than in my usual fics - what do you think? Too short?