I don't own Supernatural or Pocahontas, just saying . . .

The first thing Dean realized when he woke up is that his head hurt like a bitch. The second, and more important thing he realized was that he was starring down the barrel of gun. But as Dean blinked a couple of times, it quickly dawned on him that whoever was holding the gun wasn't pointing it at him, but offering it to him. " This is no time to lay around! Grab your gun and lets get going!" Normally Dean wouldn't have taken orders from a stranger, but under the circumstances, those being he had no idea in hell where he was and that said stranger was currently in possession of a gun, he chose to obey. So Dean grabbed the gun and sat up, taking in his surroundings without seeming suspicious. Ok, so he was in some sort of camp, but it wasn't like some flimsy boyscout campsite. This was somewhere deep in the woods, with a ten-foot high wooden wall erected around the entire thing. And the people inside were definitely not boyscouts either, there were about a hundred fully grown men all cleaning and or loading their weapons. Dean also noted that their weapons, and even his for that matter, were muskets. Real muskets, not even some crap remake that men in their mid-life crisis used to re-enact battles. These were the real-deal.

So putting all the facts together Dean came to one conclusion. It wasn't a good conclusion, nor was it even correct he would find out later, but at that moment it was the only thing he had. He thought that ass-hole trickster must have sent him back in time to fucking pilgrim land. Great. Just great. To make things even better, Castiel and Sam weren't even with him. Oh when he found that wolf or Coyote or whatever, he was gonna take full pleasure in staking him. "Hey come on were leaving now!" Some over-grown Davy crocket yelled to him. The older Winchester quickly scrambled up from his spot on the ground and followed the rest of the men out of the camp.

While marching along to the drums, Dean leaned over to the guy next to him, who, he would swear he saw a beetle crawl in his beard, and whispered, " Hey, um . . . just where exactly are we going?"

The guy just looked back over to Dean like he was just crazy, " How much did you drink like night? We're going to go kill all those filthy demons for gods sake!"

Now this just confused the hell out of him. Demons? He didn't know what year he was in, but he certainly didn't imagine mobs of people going and killing demons this early back. It did kinda make sense though. Well if he was going to be stuck in some random century until help arrived at least he'd be doing the one thing he was actually familiar with.

But then things got weird. And not weird as in, a trickster god sends you and your friends back in time weird, but as in singing weird. Because at that moment, as one hundred people marched through the woods to the beat of a drum, they all started to sing. " Drive them from our shore! They're not like you and me! Which means they must be evil! We must sound the drums of war! They're savages, savages! " And this wasn't even just one guy singing, this was the entire freaking mob all belting out the same lines as if it was broadway. Dean imagined that if he wasn't part of pilgrims the musical his face would have been hysterical, mouth slightly agape, head slowly turning around to stare at the singing men. But he was a part of it, so this was definitely not funny.

Now Dean never really paid attention in history class. What was the point, they were all dead anyways? But he knew sure as hell, that not at one point in history did this scene right here ever happen. But despite this reasoning, they continued to sing all the same.

"They're savages! Savages! Dirty redskin devils! Now we sound the drums of war!" Then it hit Dean square in the face just exactly what these settlers were going after, and it certainly wasn't demonic beings from hell. Indians. They were going after Indians.

Goddammit, he was not doing this. Sure he'd kill their freaky spirits in the future, but these weren't spirits, these were people. To add to his predicament, his band of merry men would not stop singing. " Look guys, seriously, you can stop with the singing." Dean practically shouted, but the combined volume of the singers was much louder than his one voice. Next he tried getting their attention by waving his hands in front of peoples faces. No luck. So as they were going along Dean just picked up a stone and hurled it at some poor dudes back. The guy didn't even stop singing to take notice of object thrown at him. Now Dean was just pissed off! Nothing would stop their marching. It was as if their surprisingly tuneful singing just held them in a trance.

So dean was begrudgingly forced to continue marching with the singers for the next half-hour. All the while he told them about how ironic it was that they were singing about the native americans being savages while marching to slaughter them all. But no one could hear him.

Finally, after what seemed like forever their procession came to a stop. In front of them was a rocky outcropping. And on top of that were the natives. They all held spears and bows and their faces were masks of pure hatred. But the the older Winchester noticed that their was one man who stood with them who was obviously out of place. Besides the fact that this man held his bow like a five year-old would and his face was more confused and anxious than anything else. He towered above the other native americans like a skyscraper next to houses. Dean nearly just yelled out Sam's name then and there, but everything was so silent. The singing had all but stopped. Yelling out now would mean death.

Apparently he didn't have to yell, for not a minute had passed when Sam had caught Deans eye in the crowd. He motioned over to a small clearing off to the side of the impending battle free of both europeans and native americans.

Both Winchesters slowly made their way through the crowds of men, which was a actually quite awkward, considering that no one else was moving. Sam actually had to shove some guy aside to get past. But eventually they both made it over to the clearing.

"Sam, please tell me you know what the hell is going on here?" Dean said through his panting.

"I have an idea, but I'm not sure your going to believe me." Just at that moment a gunshot rang through the woods. They quickly turned around to see what was going on. Someone had shot one of the natives, his body now sprawled on the rocks which were slowly becoming red. Then the chaos began. Arrows were flying, guns and cannons were being shot off as fast as humanly possible. Both sides were taking massive causalities.

Dean turned from the battle back to Sam, " Look, at this moment I'll believe anything!"

Sam just rubbed the back of neck, " Well I think were actually in a disney movie . . ."

" Ok, except that. You want me to believe that were actually in a Disney movie? I'm sorry I'm not a disney fan, but this never happened in a children's movie! Also last time I checked, parents wouldn't let there children watch something with a freaking massacre in it! I mean, come on look at that," Dean said pointing off into the bloody battle, " That guys head literally just got blown off his shoulders!"

" Look I know that. But think, the Coyote said he wanted to do his own adaptation of Gabriel's best trick. Well if he thought that when Gabriel put us in tvland was his best trick, then putting us in disney movies would be his own version. And he did say he liked disney."

Now Deans headache was coming back, " So what, this guys dropping us in children's cartoons, but changing the plots around? You know what fine, fine, I'll believe it. I don't exactly have a choice, but I'll believe it. So what movie are we in?"

"I think its Pocahontas . . . Except with a lot more killing." Sam said as he looked back towards the battle, which now consisted of dozens of bodies and a few men holding their intestines close to their already blood stained chests.

" Ok, so how do we get out of this musical, because I swear, if he expects me to sing, that Coyotes got another thing coming! And where the fuck is Castiel?"

Sam sighed, " Honestly I don't know either. I have a good guess where Cas is, but again, I don't think your going to like it."

" Look, it doesn't mater what I like anymore! I don't like being fucked with by tricksters with disney fetishes either, but we both just have to suck it up. So tell me, where do you think Cas is?"

Again Sam sighed, it seemed like he'd be doing a lot of that until they got out of this, " I think he's in a different disney movie. He wasn't with the me when I woke up, and I'm guessing he wasn't with you either. So The trickster must have sent him to a different place."

" Oh goddammit! The man barley gets movie references, how do you think hes gonna cope with being in a movie?!" Dean was quiet for a minute, " Hey Sam, look, the fighting, its stopped." And Dean was right, besides them, the battle field was empty of any life. Now it was just littered with corpses.

" So what do we do now? Because I'm pretty sure there aren't going to be anymore musical numbers with everyones throat slit." Sam said softly, as if not to disturb the dead.

Then the voice of a certain trickster popped in to the conversation, " Well this movies over, on to the next one!" Dean didn't even get to say sonofabitch before, yet again, the trickster snapped his fingers and sending Sam and Dean off to a different movie.