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-Tisha Wyman

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on the first chapter. It was great to hear how my story is doing. Feedback is essential for any writer :) Well here's chapter-2 and I hope you give me the same kind of criticism and honest reviews!

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or anything that belongs to it; I also do not own The Time Travellers's Wife, which is partly the inspiration and guiding factor for this story.

This chapter is based on S1x12 "Faith" so the brothers are relatively younger in this one. It is necessary that Alexis meets them early to make sense as the story progresses.

I do own my OCs and some of the time-travelling 'laws' as they are going to be an essential part of the story.

Without further delay, ladies and gentlemen, chapter two!

The last thing I witnessed was my brother's frantic blue eyes and his terrified face, mouth screaming my name though I heard nothing. It was like being inside a vacuum. Then everything panned out to inky darkness before I was washed with a blinding silvery light.

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"Alex? Hey, you hear me?"

Caden's amused voice interrupted my reverie. I was mildly startled as I returned to my present time. I looked up and saw three expectant faces looking at me. Mom, Dad, Caden.

"Oh… uh, yeah sorry." I mumbled feeling sheepish.

"Your brother was asking if you'd like to help him sort through some of his stuff honey." Mom informed me.

"Yeah, sure." I looked at Caden, who seemed to catch on to my zoning out and a look of worry appeared sparingly on his face. He looked sad.

"You can work on it as soon as we get back inside. Mom and I are going to fix dinner anyway so don't worry about the kitchen." Dad chimed in, smiling fondly.

We nodded our heads in unison. It would be nice to talk to him about my- I mean, our adventures. Since he was going away to study, I wondered how I'd handle things if I slipped through again. It had happened quite a number of times and though it wasn't tiring physically, it was pretty taxing on one's patience to understand the new situations I landed in each time I slipped. Perhaps the same worry was making him apprehensive too.

Later when we were digging through some old boxes, I came across a box. It was my memento chest actually, the one I had hit Caden with. I was staring at it so long and hard that I didn't notice Caden had sat down beside me.

"What's that sis?"

"This… I hit you with this, remember?"

He smiled and shook his head. "Of course I do. It was one your worst ones. I had a hard time waking you up."

He went on to ask me if I still dreamt of them. I hadn't in a while now. He was hoping they would stop altogether, and soon.

"The next time it happens, if it happens again, I won't be around. I couldn't live with myself if you got hurt. What if you get stuck with them and can't find a way back?" He asked worriedly.

"Caden, I always find my way back." I reassured him.

"Yeah, I know but who's to say it won't happen? I was scared to death the first time you slipped through!" He shot back tersely, "You don't know how foolish, how hopeless I felt when I missed your hand as you disappeared into the light. I had no way of knowing if I'd see you again."

"But you were there when I got back." I answered softly, putting a reassuring hand on his arm.

"That's because I had no courage to do anything else, squirt!" he retorted crossly, but I understood he was calming down because he put an arm around my shoulders, getting into a full-charged big brother mode just by talking about it.

I took it as an opening. "You had cried your eyes out too. Boy, you were a snotty mess!"

"I WAS NOT! I did not cry!" he huffed angrily, with the petulant pout of a five-year old.

"Aw, shut up bro. Denying the truth won't change anything, you big sissy." I poked him in the ribs.

"Ow!" he pushed me away, "That hurt you meanie!"

I was splitting my sides, laughing at the adorable sight before me. My big brother, wincing and massaging his side, mumbled words of grievance as he hurled the funniest insults at me. As I tried to pull one side of his cheek, he slapped my hand and tried to scoot away from me. His big gangly frame strongly reminded me of one other adorable guy and I was on the floor, laughing my head off.

"Oh so this is funny, eh, shrimp?"

"Sure is, you Shih Tzu!"

Suddenly his lips parted and his face transformed into the biggest grin ever. He helped me up from the floor and wrapped his arms around me.

"I never thought I'd say this, but I'm gonna miss you squirt." I felt his smile in his voice.

"Me too. Already do, you big moose."

"Moose? That's a new one." He observed.

I felt my tears building up as I hugged him tighter.

"Actually, it's not."

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As the blinding silver light enclosed my body completely, I had to cover my eyes with my hands. It felt like floating under water, but I had no trouble breathing. I felt a slight change in room temperature, a drop of maybe two or three degrees.

Where on earth am I going, I wondered as I continued to float. I wasn't even sure whether I was floating or sinking.

I landed with a gentle, clumsy thud on something firm and soft. The silence retreated from my ears and I began to hear whispers. Like a thousand lips whispering all at once. I did not dare to open my eyes as terrible thoughts rummaged through my head. Then I heard voices. Distinct human voices. Male.

Caden? No, they're more than one, I observed, trepidation eating me away from inside.

The light gradually waned but didn't disappear immediately. I took it as a cue to open my eyes. The light had taken a gentle, almost surreal form and lingered around me like a comforting blanket, resembling the glowing wisps of an enchanted fog. For a change, I tried to cling on to the security of the glow around me over the uncertainty of new surroundings. As the light began to swirl around me and formed a faint circle, I could see clearly and my hearing was back to normal. I was in a room. On a bed.

No wait. I was in a HOTEL ROOM. I felt my facial features scrunching into a frown. WHY THE HELL WAS I IN A HOTEL ROOM?

I heard a throat clearing itself of whatever was holding back clear speech. I turned my head and the sight that met my eyes made the floor disappear. This time, however, it was a metaphorical expression.

Two guys were standing before me with stunned expressions on their… uh… handsome faces. I chided myself for thinking that in what could have been a dangerous situation. They had their body locked in defensive stances. I stiffened, a shudder running down my spine as I thought of all the different scary things they could be. Robbers? Arsonists? Assassinators? Kidnappers? Rapists? Psychopaths? At the last three thoughts I shivered. Literally.

"Hey… hey, are you alright?" the taller one asked, as he showed signs of gradual relaxation. The other one grunted disapprovingly, still locked with a hateful face that made the hair on my neck stand up. I shrank back as the taller guy leaned forward, a look of serious concern lacing his face. For a gargantuan man, he had surprisingly soft features and kind eyes.

For the first time since my… unforeseen arrival, I took a good look at them. They were tall and fairly healthy looking, and seemed to be loyal partners. About their looks, well if they were good people, I'd happily say they deserved to be products of the Almighty's intricate handiwork. They could beat any international models, even on their bad hair days, unshaved and with morning breath. I could see Caden in my mind's eye, rolling his eyes at my comparison.

The taller one who asked about my wellbeing had longish wavy hair with a slight untidy smock of bangs. Greenish hazel eyes that looked kinder than a lamb's looked at me with surprising tenderness. Once again I was surprised with his gentle demeanor which seemed to clash with his unusual height.

The other guy remained in his place, eyebrows furrowed together in deep thought or confusion, I couldn't place. He shared his partner's good looks, albeit slightly shorter but still tall nonetheless. He shared the same color of eyes as his partner's, a beautiful shade of sea-green with bits of golden streaks in them. He didn't have the same softness as his partner, but that face was nothing less than true beauty, all manliness intact. Caden would laugh if he heard what I'd just thought. His hair was trimmed really short; I believe they call it a crew cut. I wasn't very sure since Caden's hairstyle was all I really fussed about, who always wore it long with side-sweeping bangs that usually covered one of his eyes; regardless of the side he parted it. But between him and me, he preferred keeping it to the left.

Why did I feel a similar kind of longing for these two strangers? It was almost akin to what I always felt on remembering my sweet goofy brother, but how could I just compare him to these unknown men?

"Uh…are you okay?" Sweet Tall Guy asked again, voice as gentle as his face.

I was too preoccupied to speak and all I did was stare.

"Maybe she's orally handicapped..." suggested the shorter one, loosening his hard stare, though he still looked at me suspiciously, "… or deaf?" he finished uncertainly. His voice had a raspy edge to it, like he was struggling not to cough or was very tired. Even though I had not checked myself, I was almost sure he was battling fever and a sore throat, perhaps some kind of flu. He looked tired and ill, and probably should have been in bed. I noticed that his eyes were looking sunken and if anything, they made him appear vulnerable without downplaying his debonair looks.

"It's verbally challenged actually." Sweet Tall Guy corrected.

"Yeah, alright College Boy," scoffed Sick Handsome One, "Got any better ideas?"

"It's not a time to fight. Don't be such a jerk, man." Sweet Tall Guy's face compressed in irritation.

Sick Handsome One rolled his emerald orbs. "Yeah? Why don't you try a hand at signing to her, you multi-lingual bitch?"

I couldn't believe they were bickering. Somewhat like a couple. Oh wait, maybe they were…

My thoughts were cut short as Sweet Tall Guy turned to me and tried to make some gestures awkwardly. He saw I wasn't talking or responding in any way and turned to his partner in confusion. Sick Handsome One simply shrugged. He turned back to me and swallowed unsurely. I must have looked like a loon.

Just then a lorry passed by and its huge bright headlights flooded the room, drowning every object so that only their silhouettes were visible. Including the two guys who had their backs to the window.

And I felt my breath get caught in my throat. Familiar memories got evoked at the sight of the two shadowy physiques standing before me.

Always together, walking shoulder to shoulder, I had seen those two silhouettes too many number of times to not feel the instant recognition. I knew them. I had seen them in my nightmares and sometimes, in my daytime waking visions. Only Caden knew about the latter. They were always surrounded by fire in my visualizations and even though I never had them long enough to actually understand what was going on, I always felt an urgent need to protect them. It would be overwhelming, like the triggering of maternal instincts in any female threatened with the safety of her offspring. And since I couldn't reach out or grab them, I would end up getting very frustrated and wake up in tears or hyper-ventilating.

And here they were now. They were standing in front of me. If I reached out I could actually touch them; that is, if I was solid myself. Who knows in what form my body was after the- I don't know what to call it- transit?

"Who are you?" I asked, more out of curiosity than fear, once the lorry passed.

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