Finding your Future

Hey ladies, I didn't get any reviews last time… *pouts* so I wasn't really sure if I should continue, but I read the first chapter again and I rather liked it so I was inspired to write this! I hope you do as well and if you do, please review and let me know!

Chapter 2: Identity Theft?

I rolled my eyes as my brother once again got us lost in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. Let's just say that his 'short cuts' are more like 'let's waste some time cuts.' I look up into the dark sky which is mostly obscured by the black forms of trees. The headlights are the only lights for miles and I can feel myself almost ready to drift off to sleep, and I would if it wasn't for the fact that I didn't exactly trust my brother to get us out of the back country alive. Ari, our sister, has been asleep for hours passed out in the back seat of the car. She had mumbled something about 'beauty sleep' and crashed not to be disturbed under pain of death. Or so she claimed…

My eyes are about to drift closed again when my phone rings unexpectedly scaring the shit out of me and jarring me from my half-asleep state. With my mind clouded with sleep, or the lack there of, I merely stare at the glowing screen in confusion before I realize that I should probably answer it. I do so quickly with an annoyed "hello."

"Hey Andrea… its Sam Winchester… "

"Sam? Not that I'm not glad to hear from you… but why are you calling me at 3 o'clock in the morning?" I ask in an exasperated tone.

"I'm sorry… but I uh… I kinda need to see you…"

"Really? Why?"

"I need your help on something."

"What would that be?"

Andy, my brother, glances over at me curiously, clearly wanting in on the conversation.

"A… situation… has come up and I just need your help…"

"And you can't explain it to me before I drive to wherever you are?"

"I think that the situation would be best explained in person…"

"Right… Sam… Okay… umm… We're currently on our way to a job… should we split up?"

"Yeah… we kinda just need you Andrea."

"Ok well I'll see what I can do in the morning ok?"

"Ok thanks…. And sorry for this…"

"It's fine Sam… I know you wouldn't ask me for help if it wasn't important."

"Right… Thanks again…"

"No problem Sam, bye."

"Bye."

The two of you hang up, and you turn to the prying eyes of your brother.

"What was that about?" he questions suspiciously, having never really like the Winchesters especially Dean the oldest brother. Their personalities clashed a little bit too much.

"Honestly, I'm not sure… He didn't really say."

"And yet you're going to meet them?"

"You know Sam, he wouldn't ask me if it wasn't important."

"Right but why didn't they tell you what was up? Seems odd to me, and they want you to come by yourself, I think not. We'll all go together in the morning since we don't even know where we're going anyway."

"Andy… Let's just get out of here before we make any grand decisions ok?"

"Sure…" he mutters in a flat voice, clearly displeased with my jab at his driving and we continue on in silence.

~~A Few Hours Earlier with Sam and Dean~~

Sam and Dean are sitting in a seat in a diner of a small town in Texas. They had just finished up a job there and were about to head to their hotel room for the rest of the night; which luckily for them was right across the street. Sam glances up and out the window and across the street to see a set of four children just standing in the middle of the parking lot staring around with equally bewildered and scared looks upon their faces. Sam frowns and alerts his brother who was too busy checking out the waitress from behind the counter to notice anything else.

"Hey Dean, look across the street."

"Why?" Dean replied lazily as he sends a wink to the blonde behind the counter.

She smiles flirtatiously and giggles before heading into the back room. Dean smirks and finally gives his brother his attention when his distraction is no longer in sight.

"What is it Sam?"

"Look," Sam says motioning out the window to the kids and one teen that seem to be taking care of them.

"I think that we should go see what's wrong."

"Why? Shouldn't their parents do that?" asks Dean between a mouth full of food.

Sam frowns at his brother, "What if that's the problem? What if they can't find their parents?"

"The oldest one looks like he can take care of them Sam, hell we were taking care of ourselves at half his age! Maybe younger!"

"Yeah but that doesn't mean that we shouldn't try to help."

"Fine!" Dean relents after a few minutes of Sam's disapproving stare.

With that the brothers quickly pay their bill and exit the restaurant with the intention of asking the kids if they need help. However, the youngest one suddenly looks over at them and her face lights up happily. She yells something and bolts from her siblings who each look over in panic at her sudden departure. She begins to run right for them which just so happens to be across the road and in front of an oncoming truck. Dean looks up and sees the headlights coming towards her and bolts for her as well, picking her up and diving out of the way of the truck just in time. Dean looks down at the little girl who is now sobbing into his jacket and muttering something that he can't make out. Her siblings run up and the oldest quickly tries to pry the child from his arms but stops the second he gets a good look at the man in front of him. Dean starts at seeing an almost exact replica of himself staring back. Sam is now standing behind Dean and mutters, "Dean is there something that you need to tell me?"

"I don't think so…" Dean mutters but is clearly unsure himself.

The little girl is still crying into his jacket but she seems to have calmed down quite a bit and was curling herself into Dean and seems to be falling asleep. Dean looks down unsurely at the child in his arms, which seems almost familiar in an odd sort of way, but he motions for his look alike to take her, which he does so hesitantly.

Sam and Dean take a moment to inspect the four children before them and Dean finds himself relieved at the fact that they all favor not only himself but one another enough to clearly be full siblings, at least he hoped so.

"So… Where are your parents?" Sam questions hesitantly.

"That's a good question…" States a girl that looks to be about 12, folding her arms and regarding him with a critical eye.

Sam is taken aback by this and he is reminded of someone he knows all too well and throws a glance at his brother.

Dean raises an eyebrow at the girl and studies her features. He has to admit that she does kind of favor him, especially with the sardonic expression on her face. She shares a quick glance with the boy to her right, who is near her age if not exactly so, who has a very mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Dean isn't surprised to find how similar they look. He looks up and regards his lookalike critically the boy no older than 16 meets his eyes and looks back unwaveringly. Despite the fact that the two look alike he can see that they have very different personalities and eyes. The eyes are really what set them apart, instead of his Hazel eyes, the boy has crystal clear blue ones swimming with an intelligence that he didn't have. Dean knew that he had most defiantly seen that cool look of almost, but not quite arrogance before. Finally he turns his attention to the youngest still strapped securely to the eldest; she is sound asleep and wearing a set of pajamas with little owls on them. He can't get a good look at her face as she buries her face further into his shoulder.

"Look… just tell us where your parents are so we can help you find them," Dean demands in annoyance.

Dean knows that he isn't really annoyed, more than anything he is freaked out by their resemblance to him and he just wants them gone.

"We don't know where they are…" the oldest says slowly, clearly picking his words carefully.

Dean can't help but feel like he's switched bodies with someone and he doesn't like the feeling.

"How can you not know where they are? Did they leave you?"Dean demands clearly getting frustrated.

"Look," snaps the boy, "All they gave us was this stupid journal and this letter okay?" At this the boy holds up a journal that Sam and Dean recognize right away as having belonged to their dad.

"What's your name?" Questions Sam seriously.

"John."

Sam and Dean exchange glances.

"John what?" Sam presses.

"Winchester… John Winchester."

Sam and Dean quickly exchange glances wondering if this could in fact be their father. Dean quickly rules that out on account of the fact that he knows what his dad looked and acted like when he was younger and this is not it. Not to mention their father didn't have blue eyes nor any siblings to their knowledge.

"Are you named after anyone?" Dean questions suddenly understanding the resemblance.

"Yeah…"

"Who?"

"My grandfather… but I never got to meet him… he was dead before I was born."

"I see…" says Sam as he looks over at Dean who looks considerably paler than before.

"What are your parents' names?"

"I can't say…"

"Well why not?" questions a frustrated Dean.

"The letter says not to…" John says as he hands the letter over to them.

The letter is in fact, not much of a letter; it is more like a set of rules for time travel. Sam and Dean only know one person who is actually proficient in time travel.

"You call her," Says Dean, "She can't stand me…" he says as he turn wearily makes his way to his room situated behind them.

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