Joseph Winchester Pov

*Flashback*

Year 1887

Just as I slipped away to the deep sleep of nothing, a loud crash startled my eyes open.

The rooftop now scattered bits about the cabin.

I looked for the Sorceress with light violet eyes, instead before me laid on the wooden floor a gentlemen with dark brown hair and even darker brown eyes.

His attire is certainly what I have never seen before. No suitable slacks just dark ware.

Confused by the resemblance of a deceased father I never met, it was clear this drifter stood the same age as my older brother Samson.

In a very old photograph taken by my deceased mother, I stuck to the back of my journal with a tad of honey. My father as well had shaggy hair.

My instants weren't flashing danger at the moment.

I coughed and coughed again.

Whichever spell Naysa has cast it was clear this lad was not from this town, yet he as well not a drifter completely.

"Wha- Who- Who are you?" I still slumped over on the lounge with little to no strength to move.

"Holy-crap." He ignored me. "How did I get here?" He got to his feet, looking around him. "Where am I? Where's Cassa?" He asked and I had no idea of who that could be.

He noticed my presence with hesitation, and paused. "Did you do this? Why? Who are you? Why am I here? Where is my wife!" His tone of voice is much louder than before.

I groaned trying my best to move.

The herbs Naysa mixed in my tea weighed heavily.

It was odd to witness a drifter as lost, who thought I was responsible for his crash down.

"You- shot from the sky! I have only read about certain events." I accused, and then the thought hit me- I believed it was 10:18 of the great book that refers to ' Satan falling from heaven' and Matthew 25:41 mentions "The Devil and his angels, who will be thrown into hell. Satan as the leader of demons. First the sorceress, now this." I say glancing up to the opening of the house in which he came.

"What? Wait- Are you- What are you a Druid?" He asked.

I cleared my throat the best I could. "No, Nephilim."

"Excuse me?" He says coming closer to me as if to hear clearly.

"Nephilim. It's ….a being part Angel… part Giant Human–"

"Yeah-yeah I know what it is. My father educated me on The Old Testaments, The Hebrew bible, and The Torah - it was all very insightful." He waves his hand in disregard, then looks above the fire-pit. "What is this? Herbs? Did you summon me here?"

"Don't. The sorceress may have spelled it all." I had to warn. She was in fact dexterous and cautious. "She does magic."

"Sorceress? Do you mean a witch? A witch was here?" He asked looking around once more.

I had no idea who he was, yet if The Most High had sent me an Angel… Why should I turn him away?

I cleared my throat. "Yes, she poisoned the tea, then took her leave."

The circumstances could be a small twist of fate.

"Poisoned? Why?" He questioned.

"She- She hunts for the creature and I hope she does not find it alone. She was a kind in many ways."

The beauty of her violet eyes spoke to me. She may not yearn for the life of a huntress, however she is surely brilliant and spunky.

"What are you talking about?" He narrowed his vision to mine, then to the cabin door. "If she was so kind, Why did she poison you?" He say in a mocking tone.

"My… my brother and I.. we are protectors."

"What does that mean?" He says slowly moving to head behind me.

"Don't. She spelled the door as well. There's black sand everywhere- it's strange." I say.

The drifter laughs. "Trust me, Goofer Dust is used for protection, in my time it's spread in front of a door to keep hellhounds from passing. But, some still use it to keep out those who mean them harm from entering a room or home."

"What are you saying? What are hellhounds?" I ask suddenly on alert.

"Hellhounds are demon dogs from hell and I'm saying- That sorceress was protecting this place, and the fact that the dust is still here says she's protecting you too."

I grin inside at that. "Really?" Perhaps she has taken a liking to me.

"This is beyond strange..." He whispered to himself clearly.

"Yet, she gave me no choice in assisting her. She could have used my knowledge, I know she could have." I frowned.

"With what?" The drifter asked.

I cleared my throat. "Why must I tell you?"

"Because I need to find a way out of here. Obviously that witch opened a portal that put me here, I need to know why- wait." He says rushing to sit beside me.

I glared at him suspiciously. "Huh?"

"What year is this? For the look of your clothes - I'll say early 1900's." He assumed.

"Well… Um, it's 1887." I corrected it.

"Holy-crap!" He stood to his feet. "Oh no… How and the heck will I get home?" He put his hands to his head. "I think I'm going to be sick."

I groaned not wanting to see that. "You-"

"I have to get back to Cassa. She's still at the lake, probably going out of her mind. What will she tell the twins? Her mother? Holy-crap." He frantically sat back down with his hands now covering his mouth.

"Why- Why do you say 1900's?" I was confused. "Where are you from? The heavens?"

"Ugh. No. Dude, I'm not an Angel. I'm from… I came from -Jeez, I can't even say it."

"Oh, no- Hell?" I say he must be a demon as I have never seen.

"What? No." He stood up and moved towards the fire. "No, I'm from the future, and I have to find a way back. I won't be able to survive here or anywhere without my family."

I sat silent as I had not many family, only Samson.

"You have to help me." He says.

"Help you?" I am confused.

How could I help him?

"Yeah. I help you out of here, and then you tell me where to find this witch."

"There's three." I noted.

"Three what?"

"Sorceress, they are … sisters. They are huntresses. Huntresses who travel unaccompanied by gentlemen."

"Huntress? Like young women who hunt?"

I nod.

"Hunt what exactly?" He asked.

I slowly shake my head to the floor. "At the moment… a Wendigo."

"Holy-crap." He whispers walking the floor.

Instantly I was dizzy. "They seemed… skilled." I noted surprisingly. "I never met anyone like them before."

"So what you are telling me is that they are good-natured? Even though there's sometimes no such thing in this world."

"I say… they hunt the creatures of the night, as well as my brother and I. At least as we once did."

"Woah, wait. You're a hunter?"

Sadly I gaze into the fire. "No, not really. Samson always guides me. He's the real patriot of Men Of Letters. I only accompany him and do research."

"No, No, No wait. Did you just say Men Of Letters?" He asked.

I nod looking at him. "You heard tales of us?" I say, knowing how most hunting acquaintances cross paths now and then -bragging about hunting trips.

He laughs to himself. "Actually I've heard plenty. Your last name doesn't happen to be Winchester is it?" He asked and I surprisingly felt he may know of an Angel in the stars.

"How do you know that?"

"Just a hunch..." He grins. "I'm Dean Winchester II, definitely some sort of blood-sigil was used."

I cleared my throat. "Mine is Joseph- Joseph Hector Winchester." I said and instantly felt each and every bone in my body loosen up. Like a chill -except with strength. "Woah. Did you feel that?" I asked this Dean person.

"No." He shook his head. "Let me guess… the poison tea wore off?"

"I believe so." I say sitting up straight. "What's a blood-sigil?" I fell so dumb, he knows quite a lot.

"Let's say.. Sounds like the witch was counting on your brother finding you, and I found you instead." He says, then suddenly there was a knock on the cabin door.

Naysa must be more powerful than I can imagine.

"Joseph? Are you in there?" Samson yelled through the door and I jumped to my feet.

"Looks like we have witches to hunt." Dean Winchester whispers. "Well- maybe not hunt- hunt. You know?"

I chuckled. "Right, but the Wendigo…?"

"Ahh- I think I'll leave that to you and your brother." He says and suddenly the loud round of a tree-log swings the door open.

"Samson, I'm alright. We are coming out!" I say as he drop the log to his feet.

My older brother has always been gifted with strength.

"We? Who is your company?" He demands then steps inside the cabin.

I looked at Dean Winchester who lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "Just say I'm a hunter from Canada- the lesser the better." He whispers. I did not know of a place called Canada.

I agreed with a nod. "Ah-" Looking back at Samson, he appeared worried. "I'm sorry, Dean here was just helping me out of trouble." I say in hopes he won't question a thing. "He's a hunter from Canada who is searching for the Wendigo-Monster." I say to Samson who looks at Dean cautiously.

* End Of Flashback *