Disclaimer: I don't own anything…although I would love to have Dean on a silver platter.

A/N: Okay, I know, I know. I have a million different stories to be working on but this idea has been bouncing around in my head for a good six months now and I need to write. The summary is bad because if I actually wrote what the story was about that would take the surprise out of it, just please give it a chance.

Summary: She mispronounced one word, and that was all it took. The three of them were sent to another world. Maybe not another world, but definitely a different time.


... and down they forgot as up they grew

- e.e. cummings


Drip.

Drip.

Drip.

The old warehouse was filled with many unnerving sounds. Or rather, the warehouse would sound unnerving if you weren't used to it. To the three teenagers waiting in the main part of the building, this was just another walk in the park. The leaking pipes and drafty windows didn't cause them to shiver, and the sight of the bound and gagged man in front of them wasn't disturbing in the least.

The oldest of the three, a dirty blonde boy leaned against a door frame and dazed off into space, without a care in the world. The captive struggled against his binds and yelled something that was muffed by the gag. Raising an eyebrow, the teen let out a sigh and looked around once more.

"He should have been here by now." His voice dripped with impatience, readjusting his feet, he stood up to his full height and walked over to the other two teens.

"Patience is not your strong point is it?" The other boy stood up and walked over to the blond. At first glance one would think that this boy, the brunette was the oldest, but in all truth, he was just very tall. With a smirk, the brunette checked the prisoner's binds and gag then sat back down next to the remaining teen, a girl of about fifteen years of age.

"He was leaving the room when I talked to him." The girl informed the oldest boy, who had taken to pacing back and forth. The oldest shrugged in response but continued to walk the area inside the room.

Another cry came from the prisoner and this time all three turned to him. "What do you think he's saying?" The girl questioned the other two, beginning to get curious.

"Probably something along the lines of, 'I'm gonna kill you…'" The oldest answered.

"Or 'I'm gonna rip your heads off…'" The brunette boy added, earning a smirk from both of the other two.

"Or 'I'm gonna skin you alive…'" The oldest continued, "I think that's the most enjoyable line, like he can do anything about it."

"Personally, I like when they play innocent." The girl admitted earning a laugh from the boys. Their captive yelled something again, which caused them all to burst out laughing and then tell him to shut up.

The oldest checked his watch again and sighed. "Alright, let's get this show on the road. I'm sick of being in this city." As if on cue the brunette's cell phone rang, six ears perked up in attention.

"Yeah?" He answered, although he already knew who it was. The other two watched his carefully, watching his calm expression change to surprise and then shock.

"Really? Are you serious? Okay, I'll tell her. We'll meet you outside when we're done. Yes, Sir. Okay, Bye." He hung up.

"Well? What did he say?" This time it was the girl who was impatient.

"He said he thinks we can handle this one on our own." The girl's eyes went wide and the boy's jaw dropped.

"And he wants you to do it." This statement was directed toward the girl, this time her jaw dropped.

"NO WAY!" Both blonds exclaimed at the same time. With a smirk the brunette nodded.

"He's stuck in traffic, some sort of car wreck on the interstate. He said that we can handle it."

"But why am I doing it?" The girl wondered out loud. "I've only done a few, none of which, I was alone on."

"You're not alone; we're here to back you up." The oldest rummaged through a worn book bag and emerged with an old dusty book. Hanging it to the girl, he guided her to the prisoner.

"Ready?" The brunette asked and he followed them up to the man. The girl shrugged but started to chant in Latin.

"Make sure you pronounce everything right or it won't work." The brunette told her as he took the gag off of the man. She nodded as she chanted.

At first nothing happened, but slowly the man grimaced and jerked in pain. The chanting continued as the man yelled out in rage. Threats flew from his mouth until he stopped abruptly and a moment later a swarm of black surged out of his mouth.

"DON'T STOP!" The oldest boy shouted when he noticed the girl was no longer paying attention and had stopped speaking. She was staring at something behind the man. At the sound of the boy's harsh tone, the girl snapped back to attention and tried to pick up where she left off; but she kept stumbling over her words.

Suddenly, the wall and floors of the warehouse began to quake and the windows rattled until the glass exploded. The girl let out a shriek of surprise and covered her head from the falling glass. The foundation continued to rock and bounce about as cracks formed up the concrete walls of the warehouse. A loose window pane plummeted to the ground, narrowly missing the brunette and landing next to the man who…wasn't there anymore.

"WHERE'D HE GO?!" He tried to ask the others but his voice was carried away to the wind. Another part of a window fell and was accompanied with a chuck of stone from the ceiling. Realizing how much trouble they were in, the oldest firmly grasped the younger girl's arm and tried to run out of the warehouse, the brunette followed hot on his heels.

The oldest ran as hard as he could, dragging the girl behind him. He counted the number of steps to the door.

Three Steps.

Two Steps.

One Step.

The door banged shut, blocking off the exit. The teens skidded to a halt and banged on the door pathetically. It wouldn't budge. They were clobbering at the door hopelessly when the oldest realized that this was very wrong. The wind was coming from inside the warehouse, not outside.

Turning to figure out another exit, the three teenagers were faced with the source of the wind: a swirling portal.

Now they were desperate. If the three of them got sucked into the portal there would be no way of knowing where it lead or if they could get back. But there was nothing to brace themselves on, the walls were smooth and within a few seconds the three were ripped from their place at the door and set straight into the colorful, flashing portal with no way of stopping.


They landed hard, arms and legs intertwined. The girl was the first to move, seeing how she was on top the other two.

"Are you two okay?" Her voice was shaky. The boys had taken the brunt of the fall, especially the brunette; who had been on the bottom of the pile. The oldest slowly sat up, rubbing his head where a bump was forming; there was also a gash on his left cheek from where they had skidded in the landing.

"Well, that was a wild ride." He said inspecting their surroundings, it was no longer night time. "Have we been out all night?" The other two shrugged and slowly got to their feet. Many scratches and bruises littered the girl's body, but other than that she was okay. The brunette on the other hand was a mess. A giant knot was starting to form on his forehead, his left arm was bent in an odd position, and when he tried to walk; a limp was present that hadn't been there before.

"We need help." The brunette whispered, obviously in pain. Using his good arm, he reached for his cell, which turned out to be broken in half. "So that's what I landed on."

The girl pulled out her phone from her jacket pocket. "It won't turn on." She looked confused.

"Mine's dead too, and I just charged it." The oldest reported. "Let's go find a payphone." The barn they had landed in looked rotted and old, so they could be walking for a while unless they hotwired a car or something. But once again, the three were stopped at the door, this time by a pair of voices. The oldest motioned for them to be quiet and they listened as the two voices began to fight.

"There's not going to be anything here, Dean." The first voice argued. They were getting closer.

"I'm telling you I heard something coming from inside this barn. Quit complaining and help me look, Sammy." Another deep voice returned. The teen's eyes bugged out at the voices and the names used.

"We're saved." The girl whispered as she shifted the brunette's weight, he was using her as a crutch.

"Something's not right." The oldest shook his head. "Let me check it out first." He cracked the door open enough to come face to face with none other than Dean Winchester. The oldest slammed the barn door shut in his face.

"HEY!" Dean yelped and tried to open the door but the teen held all of his weight on the door.

"What are you doing?" The brunette wheezed, obviously in pain. The older boy grabbed a discarded 2x4 and slid it sideways on the door frame, using it as a lock.

"Something's not right! That's not them, I don't know why but it's not them. We gotta get outta here." He stumbled over his words as they went as fast as they could to the back door. Behind them the teens could hear the sounds of the brothers trying to break down the door, and they were succeeding. The wood on the door began to splinter with each kick. They were running out of time.

With a final kick the front door broke and the oldest of the three pushed them through the back door. "GO! I'll hold them off. Get somewhere safe in the woods. I'll come back looking for you." He told the girl and slammed the door behind him.

Turning just in time to block a punch throw by Dean, he threw his body into Sam; preventing him from going after the other two. After a few seconds though, the blonde was beginning to get woozy and loose balance but he tried his hardest to keep Dean and Sam from the back door. The brunette's injuries would slow them down some.

With a swift, graceful move, Sam kicked his legs out from under him and Dean caught him before his head connected with the ground for a second time that day.

"What the heck, Kid!" Dean yelled at him as he pinned him on the ground. Sam rummaged around for a second before coming up with some rope, which Dean used to tie him up.

After having his hands and feet bound, the teen finally stopped struggling and let out a deep sigh. It's up to you guys now. He silently thought as Dean hauled him onto a bench that was leaned against one of the barn walls. Let the interrogation begin.

A/N: This one is a little bit boring, I know but it had to be written. I also know how stupid it was repeatedly referring to the three teens as the brunette, the oldest, and the girl but I can't use their names just yet.

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