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Full Summery: Set right after season 9 episode 17, Sam and Dean are hunting a witch, but things get complicated and they end up getting shipped back to 1995 with a 13 year old Sam, 17 year old Dean, and their father. How do they explain the situation to their past selves and dad. Can this experience help Sam and Dean to stop fighting, just by seeing how they used to get along. Chapter story. And the song 'Hey Brother' by Avicii is a great song to go with this chapter. Enjoy

"Sam, dammit hurry. I want to get this damn case over with and get back to looking for Abbadon" Dean yelled from the library of the bunker.

"I'm comin, gimme a second. I can't find the ingredients to the spell. You know where they keep the Arc-hae-fructuse in this place?" Sam said mispronouncing the extinct herb.

"Uh, look on the back shelf, that's where they keep the stuff with the weird names" Dean said rummaging through papers.

"Found it" he heard Sam say. "Lets go."

They walked to the garage throwing the contents of their spell in the trunk of the impala, then getting in. After about three and a half hours of awkward silence, Sam decided to break it.

"So, this witch, how much do we know about her?" Sam asked trying to relieve some of the tension. They'd barely talked since Gadreel possessed Sam and he told Dean that he wouldn't have done the same thing to save him if the situation was reversed.

"Bout' as much as we no about any hunt we go on Sam" Dean said in a stiff emotionless voice, causing Sam sighed.

"Look man, we got to talk about this sooner or later" Sam said in quiet voice.

"We have nothing to talk about Sam, so just drop it okay." He said through gritted teeth.

"To hell we don't Dean" Sam said his voice rising. "You've been acting like this since I said I wouldn't have saved you, and you know what-" he stopped for a moment noticing how the car was speeding up way over the speed limit. "Dean slow the hell down man, your gonna get us killed."

"It's not me" he said looking at the gas peddle.

"What do mean it-"

"I mean exactly what I just said, I'm not doing it" he snapped. He and Sam both tried unlocking the doors to no avail. "Son of a bitch" Dean yelled trying to physically force the door open.

"Dean" Sam yelled, fear evident in his voice. Dean turned around just in time to see a tree right in front of the car. The last thing he remembered was the sound of metal crushing and the pain and the screams, not only coming from him, but Sammy too.

Sam woke up to pain, everywhere, but mainly in his leg, arm, stomach, and head. He looked around the room, it was dark but he could see a shadowy slumped over figure in the corner. Taking a risk, Sam decided to call out. "Dean, is that you man" he heard a grown of pain and a startled breath.

"Sammy?" he asked "you okay."

"I'll live, what about you? he asked.

"Bout' the same" Dean said. "Damn, you think it was the witch?"

"Ahh, you boys aren't as dense as you look are you?" said a high pitched disturbing voice from an unknown area in the room. "I must say though, from the stories I've heard, about your undying love for each other, I was a little disappointed. You boys obviously don't care that much about each other, and I would know. A few tricks here and there and I can get into those pretty little heads of yours with just a snap of my figures" she said with an evil cackle.

"Oh yeah, cause your such a loving person" Dean said with a sarcastic laugh. "Why don't we all go get are yoga matts and meditate for a little bit, then we can sit down and talk all our issues out."

"Ah, you think your cute don't you Dean?" She asked in a creepy voice.

"I know I am" he said, a smile evident in his voice.

"Okay then, the real reason I was disappointed was because I was very looking forward to skinning you alive while your little brother watched. How does that sound Dean?" she yelled in an angry voice.

"Well I'd say that sounded lovely, but I'm not really into that real kinky stuff on the first date. Sorry babe" Dean heard here yell out in rage, and suddenly he was enveloped in a thick black fog, then lights out.

Dean was startled awake by the feeling of his hands being tied up, very tightly. He couldn't see who was behind him, but he was in a cheap hotel room that looked vaguely familiar. Sam, who was tied up in a chair beside him, was beginning to stir.

"Okay boys, you have a lot of explaining to do" the mystery man said. But Sam and Dean already knew who that deep voice belonged to. Their dad.

"Wha-how-huh" Sam stuttered, unable to process how their dead dad was here.

"I'll ask the questions here." he said coming into their view, causing them to gape. Not only was he alive, but relatively young, like he was when they were teenagers. "Now, what the hell are you? I've tried everything, holy water, iron, silver, everything. But it does nothing. But obviously your something or you wouldn't have just poofed out of thin air into my room"

"Dad" Dean said quietly, causing John to stare at him with confusion clear on his face, and Sam to give him his signature bitch face.

"What?" John asked.

"Okay so heres along shot" Sam muttered. "We were hunting a witch in the year 2014, now I'm not sure what this year is, but by the looks of you, I'd say sometimes in the 90s. Anyways, she got the better of us and apparently somehow ended up shipping us back in time. Now, I know your almost defiantly not going to believe us, but I'm Sam and that's Dean. So, go ahead and ask us anything you want" Sam said staring their father straight in the eye, and John, he just looked utterly shocked by now.

"Sam's birthday?" He asked.

"May 2, 1983" Sam answered.

"Deans?"

"January 24, 1979"

"The impala" Dean suddenly said, earning him a confused look from the other Winchesters.

"What?" John asked.

"You were going to buy a van, but then a man named Dean came up and told you to get the 67 impala" Dean said. After a few seconds of thinking, realization set in, and John knew for a fact that these were his sons.

"Oh man God" he said pulling out his knife and cutting their bindings. "Dean" he said placing his hands on his eldest son shoulders. "You grew up good son" he hugged him, then went over to Sam. "And Sam" he said looking up at his youngest. "You grew... Up" he said with a laugh hugging him, too.

"It's good to see you dad" Sam said pulling away.

"You to boys. I-" he was interrupted as the door swung open and young Sam and Dean stood in the door way. Sam no older than 13 and Dean about 17.

"Friends of yours dad?" Young Dean asked throwing his bag down on the bed.

"Boys" John said referring to the younger versions of them. "Come over here we have something to talk about."

"Yes sir" they both said in unison.

"This is gonna be kinda hard to believe but..." To be continued

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