Man of Sorrows

Chapter One

"Doubt"

Authors' Note: I studied the Bible VIGOROUSLY prior to writing this fic. If I got ANYTHING wrong. Please let me know!

Lizzie sat inside the Men of Letters Bunker reading her bible. Easter was coming up, and the story of Jesus' crucifixion and resurrection was weighing heavily on her mind. She wanted to watch one of her favorite films. The Passion of the Christ, with her husband, Sam, his brother Dean, and her friend, Castiel, who was also an angel of God.

Sam had told Lizzie when they had met a year and a half previously that he did belive in God, but he couldn't call himself a Christian. Dean was an atheist, and Lizzie had been trying to get him to convert to Christianity since they met. She had done everything; taking him to church with her, getting him to volunteer at a church camp for troubled teenagers, going on missionary trips – the works. None of her attempts were successful. Dean was still uncertain about God's existence.

"A relationship with God is the best kind of relationship you can have, Dean!" said Lizzie. "I don't swing that way," said Dean. Lizzie laughed slightly. "No, I don't mean like that," she giggled. "God created you, therefore, you are his son. And calling him your father, and your friend, is the best kind of relationship to have."

"She's right!" said Castiel.

Dean still didn't seem convinced.

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Later, Lizzie was in her room still flicking through her Bible. "What am I gonna do, Cas?" asked Lizzie. "Dean just doesn't want to accept that God exists, or that Jesus ever died on the cross!"

"You must know, that you cannot force him to do something he doesn't want to do," said Castiel. Lizzie sighed. "I know," she said. "But he would be so much happier!"

A moment later Castiel smiled. "What is it?" asked Lizzie. "I think I have an idea," he said. "What?" asked Lizzie. "Come with me," said Castiel. Lizzie closed her Bible and followed Castiel out of the room.

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"Hey!" said Dean, coming into the room that they used as a dining room. "I got your message, Lizzie, what's going on?" A moment later Sam walked in as well. Lizzie said nothing. Both Sam and Dean turned around and Castiel placed his index and forefingers on each hand onto Sam and Dean's forehead, Lizzie managed to grab onto Sam's hand as there was a flash of light and the Bunker disappeared.

When they opened their eyes, they were in a different place, far removed from modern times. The buildings were made of clay bricks and alabaster stone. There were no cement roads, no cars, and the people were dressed in Arabic attire. They were speaking a different language too.

"Where the hell are we?" asked Dean. "Well," said Lizzie. "Judging by the buildings and the people, I'd say we are in 26 AD,"
"Damn!" said Dean. Lizzie took her phone out of her pocket and turned it on. There was not signal, but that didn't surprise her. Cell phones wouldn't be invented for another 2000 years.

She felt strangely out of place.

Still, she felt eager to explore. "I'm going to go look around, okay?" asked Lizzie. "Be careful!" said Sam "Don't go too far!"

"Yeah, yeah!" said Lizzie waving her hand as she walked off.

As Lizzie walked, she was constantly looking around, There were vendors selling food, jewelry and other items, people were talking animatedly with each other. Occasionally they would stop and stare at Lizzie as she walked. But Lizzie didn't care. She was so busy looking around that she wasn't watching where she was going and soon felt herself bump into someone and fell to the ground. Groaning she looked up and saw a man with shoulder length brown hair, beard and moustache, and he was wearing white robes, Lizzie guessed of linen.

"Are you alright?" the man asked. "Um," Lizzie stammered. Immediately she realized that this man must not speak English and recognized the language he was speaking as Latin. Thankfully, Lizzie took Latin while being homeschooled and was fluent. "Yes, I'm fine," said Lizzie as the man held out his hand as Lizzie reached up and took it.

Once Lizzie was on her feet, she brushed the dirt off her jeans. "Sorry, about that. I wasn't watching where I was going,"

"It's no trouble," the man said. He stared at Lizzie and his smile grew wider. "Not from around here are you?" he asked. "It's that obvious, huh?" She then slapped her palm across her forehead. "Oh, my gosh! Where are my manners? I'm Elizabeth Winchester, but my friends call me 'Lizzie,"' She held out her hand as the man took it and shook it. "My name is Jesus," he said. Lizzie gasped slightly.

She was standing before Jesus Christ! "It's a pleasure," said Lizzie breathlessly. "Lizzie!" Sam called as he and Dean ran up to her. "We've been looking everywhere for you! Oh! Who's your new friend?"

"Jesus, this is my husband Sam, and my brother-in-law Dean," said Lizzie as Jesus shook hands with Sam and Dean. "So," said Jesus as they began walking together. "If you are not of this time, where are you from?"

"Um," Lizzie stopped. How was she to explain this? She motioned for him to come closer as she whispered in his ear. "Time travel," she said. "I was teleported here by my friend, Castiel. He's one of God's angels,"

"Castiel," said Jesus thoughtfully. "You do not know him?" asked Lizzie. "His name does not sound familiar, no," said Jesus. "Never mind then," said Lizzie.

After walking a while Lizzie became tired and sat down to rest. "Why do you limp?" asked Jesus. "Horse racing accident," said Lizzie. "I was exercising a horse for a friends, and he spooked, and I fell off, and I got dragged. The doctors said I would never ride again."

"Do you wish to ride again?" asked Jesus. "Yes, but I don't see how that is possible," said Lizzie.

Jesus smiled at her. "Get up," he said. "Sorry?" asked Lizzie, bewildered. "Take off your brace, and walk," said Jesus.

Lizzie unfastened the Velcro around her brace and took it off as she stood up, and began to walk. She was not limping anymore!

"I'll be damned!" said Dean. Lizzie stared at him and raised her eyebrows. Dean cleared his throat and hung his head in apology.

"Thank you so much!" said Lizzie. "I don't know how to thank you enough!" "Don't," said Jesus, smiling kindly. A moment later he said. "I am traveling to Jerusalem to celebrate the Passover with my disciples. Would you care to come with me?" Lizzie's face brightened. "I'd consider it an honor, my Lord," she said. Jesus smiled, and nodded. "Your husband and brother-in-law would be welcome too," he said. "I'm sure they would love it," said Lizzie.