They're not entirely sure what to make of the stranger in front of them.
He claims to be Sam, Sam from the future that had been accidentally sent here during a hunt when they were after a witch.
A Sam from the future that apparently still hunted, their Sam looked stricken and hadn't talked that much after that revelation, sitting on the edge of the bed and staring at the ground.
"Alright, how many years into the future are we talking about here?" John asked, taking a deep breath. The future Sam was staring at the wall, unable to really look at John after realizing where he was.
"Almost fourteen years." future Sam told them, rubbing the back of his neck. "Feels like a lifetime though."
Dean hadn't looked away from him for a single moment, taking every piece in. If possible, it almost seemed like he had gotten taller, he had gotten a lot broader that's for sure. A lot more muscular too, it was hidden by his clothes but it was clear every time he moved. His hair had, unfortunately, gotten even longer too and there was a hint of a beard growing in.
Sam was thirty six years old and according to the pieces he had let out, he was still a hunter.
Dean couldn't stop smiling at the thought, almost giddy with what it meant.
It meant that they were still together.
It meant that Sam hadn't abandoned him to have his normal apple pie life with another girl.
It meant that they were still a family.
They had already tested him too, John had been the one to test him with the silver knife. The other Sam blinked when they were done, almost obviously biting back some remarks.
But he also didn't say anything when John had asked him about that, just shaking his head and looking away.
"I'm going to make some calls." John said, standing up and grabbing his jacket and his phone. "You two, three, stay here." he instructed. He gave a meaningful look at Dean and then left the room, closing the door behind him tightly.
Sam scoffed once John was gone, shaking his head. "Stay here, like we're kids." he muttered under his breath, crossing his arms over his chest.
Sam, the other Sam and this was going to be confusing, didn't say anything but Dean did see a hint of a smile on his face. He finally brought his head up and Dean felt his heart clench at the look on Sam, older Sam's face.
He looked good, that was obvious and it was something he knew was going to happen. He always knew that Sam would outgrow the puppy doe eyed face but at the same time he never thought that it was going to be this much.
But there was more. There was a weight in Sam's shoulder and back that brought him down, there was no light in his eyes that Dean had gotten used to seeing. He was hunched over as if he was trying to disappear onto himself and he almost seemed to have trouble straightening up completely.
He looked a lot like a worn out hunter, a hunter that had been in the game for too long, and had gotten disillusioned, had seen too much and could no longer see a reason to stay in the life.
He never expected Sam to actually look like...a Sam. He was always going to be Sammy to him, he didn't give a damn about how old he got; Sammy was Sammy.
But looking at the man, it was undeniable that it was a man and not a boy, in front of him, despite the similarities, he was having trouble picking out the pieces that was Sammy.
The older Sam saw that he was looking and straightened up a bit more to look at him a bit better, tilting his head to the side questioningly. Dean didn't say anything, just letting his eyes roam over the older Sam's face and body.
Slowly the older Sam realized what he was doing and seemingly despite himself, he smiled and there...there it was.
The sudden appearance of dimples, the light in his eyes, the way that the weight of whatever he was carrying lifted for a moment and there he was.
There was Sammy.
John came back into the room then, standing in the doorway and looking at the three of them.
"Boys pack up." he told them. "We're going to Bobbys."
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