-bows deeply- I'm sorry for the late update. Here ya go, chpa 4
Chapter 4: You Dig?
The young woman cleared her throat before speaking again.
"Sorry, I think I have a cold or something coming."
Dean and Sam gave each other looks. Dean's face turned hard again looking at the woman again.
"Bitch, you better tell me who you are, or the next sound you'll make will be you gasping your last breath"
The woman went wide eyed before doubling over with laughter. Sam squinted at her, then at Dean. He did a double take as he looked at the pair again. Wait a minute...
"Um Dean? Does she look familiar to you?" he squeaked. Dean made a face.
"What?"
"I don't think he's gotten it quite yet Sam. Should we give him a hint?" she asked smirking a smirk way too familiar for Sam to actually believe.
"Dude, who is she?" Dean snapped, obviously irritated. Sam gave him a pained expression before responding,
"Have you looked in the mirror lately Dean?"
Dean whipped around fully facing his baby brother.
"You tryin' to say I'm ugly Sam? You look in a mirror" he said waving his gun around. Sam wanted to laugh but was too afraid he'd start crying again.
"What the hell Dean?! Seriously? She doesn't even look remotely familiar to you? Maybe someone you dated a long time ago?" Sam slapped a hand on his forehead sighing in frustration. I can't believe he doesn't remember her.
"That really hurts Dean. If you hadn't met her I would'ntve been born" she pouted, showing her true age under her hardened exterior from earlier. Dean looked at her briefly, before getting a better eyeful. Realization, horror and then confusion dawned on his face when he looked at her.
"Cassie?" he whispered.
1 hour earlier
"Okay you can stop tailing me"
The woman stopped walking, and steadied the flashlight she held over her shoulder.
A tall figure emerged from the shadows to reveal a young teen. His dark brown hair stood as a halo on top of his head and his hazel eyes shown sadness as he looked at the girl beofre him.
"I'm only making sure your okay, Deanna" He walked closer to her, his flashlight now turned on. Deanna closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose. The young man reached out to her but pulled back as an afterthought. He began wringing his hands until Deanna's eyes opened again. She smirked.
"Man, your such a girl Nanny"
"Then what does the make you?" he asked smiling, dimples aglow.
"The hell do you think?" she responded turning away and walking in fast steps. "Nanny" caught up to her in long strides, grin still plastered on his handsome face. Then his face fell after a beat.
"Stop calling me that. It's Nathaniel, or Nate. 'Nanny' doesn't even make sense," he said running a hand through his hair. Deanna shook her head fondly.
"It made sense when we kids. Which we still are" she pointed out. Nathaniel huffed not bothering to respond. Deanna stopped and began looking over her shoulder.
"What's wrong?"
"Where are your two thirds?" she asked tilting her head. Nathaniel's confused expression at her question turned to horror.
"You don't think they followed us do you?" he gasped, looking around hurriedly. Deanna snickered before flashing her flashlight in different directions.
"I don't know man, when don't they follow you" she stated rather than questioned. After an audible gulp of nervousness from Nathaniel, the pair continued walking before stopping short of a large door glancing upwards on top of a flight of stairs.
"You can't come with me" Deanna said over her shoulder after a brief pause. A look of bewilderment then aggravation past on Nathaniel's features.
"What?! So, I'm suppose to just wait here for you while you chat it up with Uncle Dean and my dad-"
"YES! That is what your suppose to do. WAIT HERE. You can come up later, when I come get you. They have to have time to adjust to me"
"TIME? ADJUSTMENT? You've been following them around for almost a month! I'd say that's enough time" Nathaniel continued ranting. Deanna blinked in annoyance, intaking a shaky breath.
"Look, your not even suppose to be here. I told you I could handle this on my own-"
"No you can't handle this! You've been gone for five months! you said you would'nt be gone that long-"
Deanna made a face.
"What? No I haven't. It's only been a month-"
"See I told you this wasn't a good idea! The amount of time you are here, is longer back home! I was only looking out for your stubborn ass, coming here and you yell at ME?" he yelled breathing rapidly. "I wanna see my dad too, it's not FAIR!!"
Deanna shook her head in aggravation, tired of arging because they were apparently losing time and daylight. She began staring at her cousin intently.
"Stay" she grit out. Not bothering for a response she bounded up the stairs, and through the door out of sight, leaving behind a very pissed off Nathaniel S. Winchester.
Present
Too many surprises like this in mere hours of each other were starting to take its toll on Sam,-moreso than usual anyway. First, he couldn't remember anything from his, and Dean's time in that crumbling factory last night.
The only thing he remembered were some supernatural parasites, one of which was sucking at his neck like a leech. He touched the side of his neck, wincing. It was still a bit sore. A fleeting memory of him against the wall, struggling to pull off the little bugger appeared.
Sam looked down at his hands which were still tiny and chubby as they had been since he woke up this morning. Oh yeah, that was the second thing. According to Dean, he was now a three year old baby-or toddler. He groaned thinking about falling out of bed that morning to find himself engulfed in sheets on the floor.
He was afraid he'd would have been trapped in endless covers forever when Dean finally came out of the bathroom and discovered him. But moments after only to have found out the "secretary" from that library somehow broke into their room, was Dean's daughter(Cassie's mother) and Sam's niece. From the future apparently. She didn't explain how, or why she was here yet, never getting the chance when Dean interrupted, bombarding her with his own questions;
How good did he look in the future as a dad?
How's Cassie? Is she just as beautiful as he remembered her?
How's the Impala? Does his baby stilll look good?
Is the future exactly like the Jetsons or is it like Children of Men?
Did Sammy achieve his dream of becoming a housewife to Brad Pitt?
Sam looked over at them from where he sat. They were talking animatedly about God knows what, leaving Sam where he was. On his bed, with his arms crossed pouting. why isn't anyone paying attention to me? Someone pay attention to me! I'm hungry!
After finishing that thought, Sam blinked stupidly. Why did I think that? It scared him a little.
Dean, and Deanna turned to face Sam smiling mischievously.
"You okay there Sammy?" Dean asked playfully. Sam narrowed his eyes at him scoffing.
"I think he wants some TLC" Deanna said nodding and giggling. While she laughed Sam noticed her masking something below, but couldn't put his finger on it. Was it shock? Surprise?
Instead his eyes narrowed to smaller slits, tiny button nose sniffling. why is she getting so much attention from Dean? I'm his brother, I knew him longer...Sam sniffled again. again... Why am i thinkin' like this?!
To Sam's aggravation tears were welling up in his eyes, for the second time that day. Nononononononononono....stopstopstopstopstop
"De-De-eeeeannn!!" he cried, outstretching his arms to his brother.
Dean expression went from shock, to shame. He suddenly starting thinking that he went too far with his teasing, seeing as how Sam was in such a emotional condition. He got up walking to Sam, and picked him up gently from the bed. Sam continued his cries wrapping his arms around Dean's neck.
Dean stayed silent while he rubbed circles on Sam's trembling back. I'll fix this Sammy. I promise he thought silently.
Deanna looked on before glancing down at the floor. This wasn't supposed to happen, she thought hurriedly biting her lip. This wasn't suppose to happen to Sam when I got here. What went wrong?! What the hell did I do wrong?!
Oh man! What's gonna happen next! =P
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