A/N: Here's the next chapter. Hope you enjoy it! This ones just another introduction really, but I hope its still good.

DISCLAIMER: Don't own anything…I'm just borrowing…without permission…BUT I DIDN"T STEAL THEM, I SWEAR!

WARNINGS: Staring may cause excessive drooling? I dunno, swearing, I guess…later.

The Brothers Grimm

2: Lets NOT do the time warp again:

Wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

Dean could feel it in the pit of his stomach as his consciousness returned to him.

He took a deep breath and winced as waves of fresh, stabbing pain lanced through his chest.

"Argh…what the—" Dean moaned, slowly opening his eyes and peering around.

At least he was still in the car, and for that, he was grateful.

For several seconds, he was unaware of what had transpired that had bee bad enough to make him drop, but then, with sudden realization, he shot up, ignoring the screaming pain.

"Sammy?" he muttered, sliding across to his still unconscious sibling. "Kiddo?"

Dean gently smacked his brother's cheeks, using his soft big-brother voice to urge him to open his eyes. "Sam, c'mon bro, give me something here," Dean muttered, giving Sam a rough shake.

Sam coughed, then moaned, before his lids fluttered and finally slid open, revealing confused and pain filled blue-green eyes.

Dean sighed with relief and gave his shoulder a pat.

"'S bout time Sammy," Dean said with a grin. "How ya feelin'?"

Sam blinked at him owlishly, but said nothing.

"Sammy? You with me?"

The youngest Winchester's eyes slid over the surroundings both inside and outside the car.

Not only was it now day time, but the classic Chevy sat, not outside their motel room in Montana, but in a small clearing in the middle of a dark, foreboding forest.

Slowly, the brothers met each other's gaze.

"Sam?" Dean ventured, resting a hand on the back of his brother's neck.

"Dean, Im…okay, I guess," Sam said tightly, pulling away from Dean's touch.

"Whoa Sammy, take it easy. That damn demon almost tore you a new one,"

Sam closed his eyes for a few moments, trying to keep the dizziness at bay and took a deep breath before he spoke again.

"What…what happened? Did you send the bastard back to hell? Damn! Why the hell does my head hurt so much?" Sam rushed.

Dean put up a halting hand. "Calm down Sammy, I'm getting there. I just wanted to make sure you were okay first." He explained, placing a hand on Sam's knee.

"Well, we were fighting this demon off, but we didn't have the damn vanquishing spell. So you put up some kind of…psychic barrier, which held him back until we got to the motel. Then it broke through and you passed out.

I started to read the chant, but the son of a bitch stopped me. He said something to me before I passed out, but I cant remember what…" Dean trailed off as Sam's face whitened.

"Dean, when I was out, I felt…weird. Like all my muscles were being bent and tied as though they were rubber." He said.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, that definitely happened. C'mon, if you're feeling up to it, we should scout the area," he said, sliding back to his door and pushing it open.

Gripping the doorframe to steady himself, Dean climbed out and stretched, hearing some joints pop.

His eyes whisked rapidly around them, taking in their surroundings quickly and efficiently. His gaze met nothing but endless forest, and his brother's exhausted features.

"Well Sammy, I dunno where the hell we are. But I am sure of one thing." Dean began.

"What?" asked Sam, his head tilting curiously. Dean flashed him a humorless smile.

"We definitely ain't in Kansas anymore, Dorothy,"

Sam stared blankly at his brother, and it was freaking him out.

"Sam, it was just a joke, okay? Cool it." Dean said.

"No dude, its not that, its…something's really wrong and I cant put my finger on it," Sam explained.

"Well yeah Sammy, last night we were in Montana, outside our shitty motel room and now we're god knows where, in some creepy ass forest…" He paused for a moment, dug his phone out of his pocket and slid it open. "…With no cell reception…so yeah Sam, I'd say something was definitely wrong,"

The youngest Winchester frowned and shook his head.

"No…I mean, well yeah…but it's not just that…"

"Your Shining?" Dean shrugged.

"Yeah…I guess…" Sam glanced his watch and his frowned deepened.

The hands on his watch face were spinning wildly, and the luminous date display read-00:00:00.

"What the?"

He flicked his wrist in order for Dean to exam it.

"Flat battery?" He suggested.

Again, Sam shook his shaggy head. "No…long life, they're supposed to last ten years."

"Sam, you and that watch have been through a lot together. I'm just surprised your sanity out lasted the watches," Said the eldest Winchester with a smirk, but Sam's face remained neutral.

"Dean, we gotta find out what the hell is going on here and fast…because I have a feeling that…well lets just say it's not good," Sam sat on the hood of the car and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Sam, we'll figure this out dude…"

Sam lifted his head and spoke, cutting him off.

"Dean, I don't think we're in '07 any more," He said abruptly.

"Say what?" Dean asked incredulously.

"Think about it Dean. We were facing a demon that can manipulate time. You say he said something before you passed out. Was it Latin?"

"Well yeah, but—"

"Exactly! He sent us back in time! I'm sure I felt a time shift!" Sam exclaimed.

Dean shook his head. "Man, your freaky mind powers are scaring the crap outta me right now," Dean confessed.

"Dean stranger things have happened, and it's the most logical explanation,"

Dean sighed. "Yeah, I suppose…man talk about creepy…now if got that stupid 'Time Warp' song stuck in my frickin' head, and it's driving me insane!"

Sam snorted. "Yeah, I guess that kind of does explain our situation…we should grab some stuff and head out. See if we cant find some clothes to steal.

We can't walk into some village wearing jeans and leather. We'll give everyone a heart attack,"

Dean just nodded and turned away, not wanting to talk about attacks of the heart.

He rubbed his chest unconsciously and headed for the trunk.

"We take as little as possible. One gun and one knife. If we need anything else, we'll come back," Dean instructed, lifting the false bottom, loading a 45. pistol and grabbing a knife.

Once Sam had his own gear, Dean brought the lid down and locked the car, though it wasn't likely to be stolen.

He followed his brother into the trees.

"Did you bring the compass?" Dean asked Sam.

"Yeah, but its not doing any good,"

The youngest handed the device to his brother.

Dean peered at it with a deep frown and tapped the casing, as if it would stop the needle spinning wildly. "Damn technology," he muttered, burying the thing in his pocket.

Slowly the brothers trudged through the forest, along the thin dirt trail.

And neither of them had any idea was in store for them…

Eventually, after several hours of hiking, the trees thinned out and Dean sighed with relief.

"You know, we'll have to wait until nightfall before we set out," Sam said, pointing out the blatantly obvious.

"Well nah Sam," Dean rolled his eyes.

He peered through the trees and across a field until his eyes settled on a village and castle in the distance, which was accessible via a stone bridge over a river. Crude wooden fencing surrounded the small hamlet.

"Dude, that is so not cool," Dean said, wide eyed. "How far back do you think we've gone?"

Sam shrugged. "Who knows?"

Dean just growled.

"Right, the minute we get back to when we're supposed to be, I am so sending that bastard time traveling demon, straight to Hell!"

I know that was a little slow, but it'll pick up. Just stick with me. R&R please.

CHEERZ!!