Time Slip

Black Holes, Neutron Stars, White Dwarfs and Space and Time

Summary: Sam, Dean, and friends travel through the different time periods, and events in time.

Note: This entire fic began as an assignment to take a show/movie and write a short story where you turn it into a period piece. Being the SN obsessive that I was, I chose it and decided that since it was so much fun I'd turn it into a fanfic. I think we can safely say its AU because people who should be dead will pop up, and I'm playing with the storyline a bit.

and if anyone would like, I'd be happy to take requests for different events and such that you'd like the Winchesters to tumble on into.

And I'm dedicating this one to my girl Fee, mostly just because she has been so awesome!

Legend has it that just outside of Watertown, New York there is a vortex that can transport people through the space and time continuum.

"It's just outside of the town," Sam noted looking down at his research because he didn't need to look at Dean to know Dean was going to make fun of him unmercifully for this case. "Thompson Park."

"You have got to be kidding me." Dean remarked as Sam explained the case to him. "You want me to believe that something like a real time portal exists?" Dean snorted, he was starting to wonder if maybe he should look into setting Sam up for a CAT scan...whatever it was that could test his brain waves or cells, make sure everything was still all there and accounted for.

"Dean, I know how crazy it sounds but I've gone through everything again to be sure, and I can assure you...I'm certain that something is happening there and I think it's this."

"You're certain." Dean stated sounding pretty unsure that his brother didn't have a good shot at the insanity plea if Hendrickson ever caught up with them.

"I'm certain. A vortex." Sam specified, still trying to wrap his mind around it himself.

"Certain is a pretty damn far cry from right." Dean remarked.

Sam rolled his eyes. It would be nice if just occasionally his brother could trust that he wasn't an idiot, and that the research actually was right.

"You sure about this one, dude?" Dean didn't see why they would waste their time on what sounded like a case for the ghost facers when they could be doing anything other than that. Like a trip to Hooters. God, the food and the...atmosphere.

Mmmm...he loved that place.

Sam gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to reach over and smack his brother in the back of the head.

"I. Am. Certain. Yes, Dean."

Dean still looked skeptical.

"Well, as we all know, Sammy, if being certain and being right was mutually exclusive our fearless leader would have found weapons of mass destruction in Iraq."

Sam rolled his eyes, "You know; if you're from Texas that right there is practically blasphemy."

Dean shrugged, "Call me a heathen. You better be right though man, 'cause if you're wrong, and Bobby finds out he isn't ever going to let us live this one down."

Sam nodded his head, "I know."

Dean sighed, "Fine. But we're taking a shortcut through Buffalo. Last time we were there I was so busy keeping your ass alive; I never got myself any wings."

"That's not a shortcut; it's about a hundred miles out of our way."

Dean shrugged, "Don't bitch dude, or I won't share."

Sam rolled his eyes, this case was going to be a nightmare.