Well chocolate frogs, HobbitatHogwarts is alive and breathing y'all! I apologize profoundly for my lengthy absence. I've been busy with tumblr, making videos, and just life in general. I started watching Supernatural the day that my June exams ended and finished all eight seasons 77 days later. It was a bit of an emotional whirlwind, but sad Gabi = creative Gabi, so you're in luck.

This fic came to me, while in class (big shock there) and it hasn't let go since. So I have reawaken from fanfiction retirement to write some more. Look forward to about twelve chapters. I'm going to try really hard to not favour one ship/character but it may prove to be difficult as I am bias to Sam/Gabriel. Oh also, let it be known that I wanted to make this happy, but Kayla and Alex ruined it. So if you get feels, it's really their fault. I will leave you here, and I look forward to our time together!

I do not own anything. All rights go to the CW and Eric Kripke.

Sam wanted to scream in frustration. He refused to die like this. He was a Winchester for Christ sake! He had been to hell and back, started and stopped the Apocalypse, defeated Lucifer, and had the King of Hell chained in his basement; and he was going to die by the hands of a run-of-the-mill demon in a warehouse in Texas. The thought made him want to throw up. Sam couldn't see Dean, but he could hear his brother yelling. He didn't have the heart to yell back. The demon bitch had somehow tranquilized his legs and they were completely useless. And now she was approaching him with a large knife and he was screwed. Sam closed his eyes and reluctantly accepted his fate. He greeted Death as an old friend and wondered if they might share a pizza and some pickle chips. But the darkness and the smell of fast food never came. There was a bang and a muffled sound, and, suddenly, everything was quiet.

Dean Winchester watched as the demon raised her blade and all he could think was; shit not again. His brother was going to be taken from him once more and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Dean began to run forward from his position on the other side of the warehouse, but it was no use. He screamed Sam's name uselessly. Then there was a blinding light and a rustling sound. For a fleeting moment, Dean thought, no he hoped, that Cas had somehow gotten his angelic powers back and had come to save them. But it wasn't Cas. Two young women stood with their backs to Dean, guns pointed towards Sam. One girl fired and her shot hit the demon square in the head. The bitch tensed and then crumpled, falling somewhere beside Sam. There was a still silence.

"Sammy!" Dean shouted and he ran forward, kneeling beside his brother. Sam opened his eyes slowly and blinked in confusion.

"Dean?" he said gruffly before he sat up to wrap his arms around his brother. Dean sighed in relief. They held each other for a moment, before Dean remembered that they weren't alone. He whipped around, and pulled out his gun, pointing it at the two college-age looking girls. Now that he was facing them, Dean got a good look at their saviours. The girl on the left had long blonde hair that was pulled back into a tight ponytail. She was dressed like a hunter, save the rectangle glasses that perched on her nose. Dean thought she looked familiar, but he couldn't quite place from where. But it was the other girl, the one on the left, that really caught his attention. Shorts and a tight leather jacket were her choice clothes, despite the chilly autumn weather. She had curly dark hair that fell to her shoulders and the gun in her hand was help with perfect stance and posture. And her eyes were undeniably Dean's. They were the same colour, the same shape, perfectly identical. Dean stared at her, opened mouth. The young girl smirked.

"Hello, Dad."

While Dean and the strangers were having a staring competition that was starting to get awkward, Sam had been doing his damn job. He hauled himself up and attempted to move forward, starting to regain some feeling in his legs. He stopped right beside the demon. She was most certainly dead, and so unfortunately was the middle ages soccer mom that she had been possessing. The curious thing, however, was that she had been killed by bullet wound. There was only gun in the world that could have done that. Sam looked up, just in time to see the blonde stranger with the glasses kneel on the other side of the body. The girls face was shadowed as she leaned down and felt for a pulse. When she did not find one, she sighed softly and gently closed the women's staring eyes.

"Who are you?" Sam asked her, still not able to see her face.

"Doesn't matter." the girl replied. Sam, having had a long day, lost his temper then and grabbed her wrist. She looked up, shocked, and Sam let go, stumbling backwards a couple feet. The archangel Gabriel's gold eyes looked at him with concern and bewilderment.

"Gabriel?" he asked incredulously. But his question was never answered, as he heard a feminine voice behind him, call his big brother dad.

Dean was in shock. I mean of course he was, he had just been called dad by an eighteen year old girl who had his eyes. His mind raced as he tried to think of anyone he could have impregnated eighteen years ago, while his mind tried to reason with him that it was impossible. The girl was still smirking which really wasn't helping the situation. Trying to focus on anything but the words that had just left the girls mouth, his eyes skirted around the room, and inevitably fell on her gun.

"Where did you get that?" Dean asked, gesturing towards the Colt. She looked startled by the question but just shrugged.

"You gave it to me. In case of emergencies." she replied blandly, as if it they were just discussing the weather.

"Why would my brother have given you the most important weapon in the world?" Dean hadn't heard Sam coming up behind him, but his brother's presence proved to be a comfort and he relaxed a little. "Besides, the Colt was lost. Nobody has seen it in years."

"Oh come on Uncle Sam," the girl said, "you didn't think you would eventually find it? And dad's just over protective of me. It's really a terrible flaw."

"What did you just call me?" Sam asked, horrified. The girl just smirked again.

"Mary." the blonde girl warned, standing back up and joining the group. "Isn't there a gentler way to do this?"

"Yeah there might be, but I'm enjoying this way too much." Mary grinned. "Well," she said clapping her hands together and looking far too happy with herself, "I guess introductions are in order. Mary Anael Winchester, at your service." she said mock bowing. "And this is my cousin, Lucy Joanne Winchester." she said gesturing towards the blonde girl. "We're from the year 2032. And we need your help."