Dean watched as flames sprung up from the small bowl that Cas had just finished dumping various continents in. He began chanting in Latin, and the flames grew higher. Suddenly, the orange licks of fire died down almost instantly, and the angel took a step back from the table, his eyes on the floor.

He suddenly looked up, murmuring an 'I found her,' as he leans against a chair.

"Where is she?" Dean asked impatiently. They had to find Anna before she tried to kill Sam, again. For some reason she had her heart set on destroying Lucifer's vessel, and she didn't seem as if she was planning on giving up anytime soon.

They had to act fast.

"Not where," Castiel looked up at Dean, his eyes burning holes into Dean's. Well, not literally. Although, from his previous experiences, Dean knew that the angel was very well capable of it.

"When." Cas says, his eyes not shifting from Dean's.

"In 1978." He finishes, and Dean cocks his head in confusion.

"What?" Sam asks, sounding aggravated. He quickly stands up from where he had been sitting on the edge of one of the motel beds, giving Cas a concerned look.

"Why 1978, I wasn't even born yet?" Sam stands next to Dean and they watch as the angel looks around in confusion, as if contemplating the question himself. Then he seems to understand.

"You won't be..." He says, and they both stare at him blankly. What the hell is he going on about?

"If she kills your parents." Dean's eyes widen at the realization, and Sam's reaction seems to be quite similar.

"What?" He utters, and the angel looks up suddenly, taking quick steps toward the brothers, now focusing his attention on Sam.

"Anna can't get to you because of me," He seems to have figured it all out now as he approaches Sam. He then casts his glance over to Dean.

"So she's going after them." Dean's jaw clenches as he acknowledges what Castiel is saying.

"Take us back right now." He says in a commanding tone, and the angel gives him an overly concerned look.

"And deliver you right to Anna?" He asks with a slight shrug, his eyes not leaving Dean. He shakes his head slightly at the hunter.

"I should go alone." He says.

"They're our parents, Cas. We're going." Dean speaks assertively, raising his eyebrows. Cas leans forward slightly.

"It's not that easy," He then turns his back on the two, walking away from them.

"Why not?" Sam questions.

"Time travel is difficult even with the power of heaven in my disposal." Castiel rushes with sigh, turning around halfway and staring at the wall intensely.

"But you're cut off," Sam replies, suddenly seeming to understand. But Dean won't just let Cas go on his own.

"So what, you're like a DeLorean without enough plutonium?" Dean asks, but Castiel just looks at him in confusion.

"I don't understand that reference." He deadpans, and, not for the first time that day, Dean wonders what the hell the angels did up there their whole lives.

"But I'm telling you," He continues.

"Taking this trip, with passengers, no less..." He shakes his head and swallows lightly.

"It'll weaken me." His eyes cast downwards and Dean feels a pang of... something. Something he doesn't really want to think about. Yet he ignores this, and steps towards Cas.

"They're our mom and dad." Dean says, and the angel drags his blue eyes off the floor and looks into Dean's green ones.

"If we can save them, and not just from Anna ― I mean, if we can set things right..." Dean imagines how his life would've gone if his mother had never died, if his father had never started hunting. His mind flitted over the memories of the world the djinn had put him in, and he wondered if that's how his life would really be.

"We have to try," He says, and he watches Castiel's eyes soften slightly.

Dean looks around at the world as it was in 1978, and it really doesn't look much different than it did in '73, but he didn't see the point in mentioning so.

As him and Sam got off the street, Dean spotted Cas leaning up against the side of a parked yellow car, blood streaming out of his nose. Dean's eyes widened and he felt his heart rate pick up in panic as he raced over to the angel.

"Cas?" Dean rushed over to his side, grabbing a hold of his trench coat.

"Hey, hey hey hey! Take it easy, take it easy. You alright?" His words came out quickly and slightly jumbled, and Castiel looked down at the ground in confusion, his hand clasping around Deans forearm.

"I'm fine," The angel replied, and Dean's eyebrows creased. He then noticed the hold Dean had on his jacket and his eyes traveled up his arm to his face.

"I'm much better than I expected," He says, and before Dean can come up with some smart ass reply, Castiel coughs up a mouthful of blood, leaning down against the pavement. Dean stared at him in concern, never once did he think this could happen to an angel. But then again, before Cas, Dean never once thought that angels even existed.

My how things have changed.

"Cas!" Sam tried to get Castiel's attention, but he didn't answer. He seemed to be passed out, blood dripping out of his mouth and nose. For a moment, Dean wondered if he was even still alive. But before he could react in anyway, Sam put his palm in front of the angel's mouth.

"He's breathing, sort of." Sam reported, and Dean let out the breath he didn't realize he'd been holding.

"What do we do?" His little brother looked up at Dean, but he didn't know if his answer made sense. He looked up and saw a hotel across the road. Sam followed his eyes and they looked at each other and shrugged in half agreement.

Dean watched his mother and weighed the options in his head. Tell her, and have her either freak out or not believe him, maybe both. Or, don't tell her, and let her walk out of the house and not stop anything. The only thing Dean knew for sure was that he needed to save his mother. One way or another. He wasn't returning back to the future without knowing his mom will be safe.

"You're just gonna have to trust me, okay?" He says, standing up straighter so he's not leaning against the door frame any longer. She stares at him in disbelief.

"I've been trusting you all day." She says authoritative. Like a mother. Dean stares at her for a few moments. He should just tell her. Shouldn't he?

"It's kind of hard to believe," Dean eases the conversation, but she's not having it.

"Alright, then. I'm walking out the door." She replies with an annoyed smile and begins to turn away from Dean, but his next words freeze Mary in her spot.

"I'm your son."

Her eyes meet his and widen disbelievingly at his confession. She blinks.

"What?" Mary asks after a moments, and Dean sighs, taking a few steps closer to her. She squints at him.

"I'm your son." Dean repeats.

"Sorry, I don't know how else to say it." Dean fiddles with his hands nervously as he waits to see her reaction. When she remains silent, he decides to test his luck and continue speaking.

"We're from the year 2010. An angel..." His mind drifts to Castiel.

"...Zapped us back here." He then realizes his mother doesn't know much of angels, only of Anna. And for some reason, he didn't want his mother thinking Cas is anything like her.

"Not the one that attacked you ― friendlier." As soon as the words left his mouth, he regretted them. It was an unnecessary comment. Why did he even care what his dead mother thought of Castiel?

She stares at him, disbelief crossing her features.

"You can't expect me to believe that." She says, staring up at him. Dean blinks and his eyes flicker to the ground for a moment, before they advert back onto his mother's face.

"Our names are Dean and Sam... Winchester." He says, and Mary stares at him, probably not having any clue what to think.

"We're named after your parents." He clarifies, and her expression saddens slightly at the mention of her family. Although most disbelief has faded away, now she just seems in shock. Dean's expression grows into one of concern, but he knows he has to say something else to fully convince her that he is not lying.

"When I would get sick," He says, thinking of the first memories with his mother off the top of his head.

"You would make me tomato-rice soup. Because that's what your mom made you." Mary's face falters and she swallows. Her eyes are wet and she frowns slightly at the mention of her mother.

"And instead of a lullaby... You would sing 'Hey Jude'..." Dean felt his throat constricting as his mother held back tears.

"...'Cause that's your favorite Beatles song." He felt the lump in his throat grow larger and he clenched his jaw as Mary's face contorted. She shook her head slightly.

"I - I don't believe it," She stuttered, her voice breaking as she let out a sigh. She sniffled.

"No," She protested, as if disagreeing would somehow make everything Dean just said disappear.

"I'm sorry, but it's true." Dean presses gently. She had to know the truth.

He had to save her.

Dean peels his eyes open as a blaring alarm raises him from sleep. He rolls over in his bed and hits the alarm clock with his hand a couple times, until the unbearabley loud noise is ended.

After a few more moments of lying in the comfortable, warm bed that he never wants to leave, he finally drags himself off the side, resting his feet against the floor and pulling himself out of the inviting bed.

He looks over at the clock sitting on his nightstand.

6:36 AM.

He groaned in annoyance at the early time. Not to mention it was a Monday. He may have been working at the same repair shop his dad worked at for almost ten years, but he didn't think he'd ever get used to waking up so early and working every single day. I mean, if you asked him, it sure didn't feel like he'd been working there so long.

As he pulled on a pair of jeans, he cast his eyes over to the calendar hung up on a wall in his kitchen. Or as he liked to call it ― his favorite room in the house.

He walked over to it and checked to see which day it was. He was going on break in December and he was practically counting down the days. Even if it was almost three months away. Dean followed the row of 'Monday's' down with his eyes until they landed on today's date.

September 17, 2008.

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okay so that was the first chapter of that, i know it was kinda long but i felt as if i needed to add in all the detail i could. i promise the next few chaps will be shorter, but this one had actual scenes from the show and writing out real scenes takes SO much detail. more (shorter) chapters are in the makings!

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