Warnings: None I can think of

1958

Waylon and Sam pulled onto a quiet, suburban street about ten minutes after leaving the park. Sam watched all the clean houses with the manicured lawns. He made a note to himself to make his way back over here when he got back to his own time to see how well time had treated everything. Waylon pulled into a driveway by another car. Sam could hear the sound of guitar then. He looked forward and gasped.

Sitting in a chair, strumming a guitar, was none other than THE Buddy Holly.

"Is that who I think that is?" Sam asked himself, but Waylon heard and smiled.

"Trust me, he's pretty down to earth." Waylon patted Sam's arm before getting out of the car. Sam followed, standing awkwardly behind Waylon.

"Sounds good man." Waylon said, clapping his hands when Buddy had finished the rift he was working on. "Something for that upcoming tour?"

"Not sure yet." Buddy looked around Waylon. Sam was standing there, looking completely out of place. "Friend of yours?"

"Oh yeah, this is Sam. We go way back." Waylon said with a smile. "He's new around these parts and I thought maybe you and Maria could help him out some. Get him blending in." Buddy stood up and walked to Sam.

"Do you play guitar?" He asked.

"Uh, a couple chords." Sam said with a shrug. Buddy looked him up and down.

"I think I have the perfect job for you." He smiled and offered his hand. Sam shook it, feeling that this was a test. John had always taught the boys that you could tell a lot about a man by his handshake. He had no doubt that's what Buddy was doing right then. "Some of the members of the road crew quit a while ago. How'd you like that job?"

"Yes, sir." Sam said. Buddy laughed.

"Please, let's drop the formalities. I'm twenty-two, not forty." He laughed. "Come on, I'll introduce you to Maria. Do you have a place to stay?"

"No." Sam said.

"Well, we have an extra room." Sam looked back at Waylon, who just smiled at him. Sam followed Buddy inside the house. They walked into the kitchen where a young woman was standing at the counter. "Sweetheart?"

"Hey honey." She smiled and pecked his lips before turning to look at Sam and Waylon. "Oh dear, I didn't know we had company. I must look a mess."

"Ah, Maria, you know you always look good." Waylon laughed. She just blushed and smiled before turning her attention to Sam.

"This is Sam. He's joining my crew." Buddy explained. "And he's going to be staying with us until he can get on his feet or decides to head back home to...where are you from again Sam?"

"Uh, California…" Sam said, glancing over at Waylon. The musician nodded. Maria eyed Sam a little, but didn't say anything.

"Well, welcome to our home Sam." Maria said with a smile. "Do you have any bags or anything? Extra clothes?" Sam shook his head.

"I lost them along the way." He told her. "I lost everything."

"I'm not sure if anything of mine would fit you, but there is a big and tall shop on main that would have stuff that would fit you. Because I doubt you want to wear the same clothes over and over again." Buddy laughed.

"I'll go pick up a few things." Waylon said. "Why don't you stay here and get situated. Maria and Buddy are nice, I promise." Sam smiled.

"Thank you." He said. Waylon left and Buddy went back out the the garage, leaving Maria and Sam alone in the kitchen. There was an awkward silence between the two of them, before Maria finally spoke up.

"You're not from California, are you?" She asked.

"Uh, yeah." Sam said. Maria shook her head.

"Come with me." She said, motioning for Sam to follow her. "I know you're not from California and I know that you're not from this time." She went to the linen closet in the hallway and dug around in it before pulling out a box. "My husband thinks this is things from Puerto Rico." She handed the box to Sam. "Go on, open it."

Sam carefully set the box down and took the lip off. Inside was a folded up pair of blue jeans, a Guess t-shirt, a pair of Converse, a flip cell phone with the old Sprint logo on it, and an ID for one Maria Santiago.

Born in 1968.

"See." Maria said. "Now, I remember going with my friends to a concert. There was this man there. He kinda looked like Buddy. He was charming and suave. I remember heading to his car with him, then I woke up here. That was four years ago." Sam just kept staring at her, completely in shock. First, he found out Waylon Jennings was a hunter, and now Maria Santiago-Holly was a time traveler who was stranded…

"I came here from 1990." She explained when Sam made no move to say anything. "You look like someone who listened to Nirvana and Pearl Jam. Are you from the 90's too?"

"Uh, more like 2013." Sam said. Maria's eyes widened.

"2013? What's it like?" Her eyes were so full of wonder. Sam was about to say something when Buddy came in, guitar in hand. Maria took the box and put it back in the closet. The less he knew, the better.

"Is Maria showing you around?" He asked.

"I was about to honey." She smiled at him. "I just wanted to get to know him a little more. California sounds amazing." She winked at Sam, sealing the secret between the two displaced people.

God, he was going to have so many stories to tell Dean when he got home.

Sam slept amazing that night. It wasn't the bunker, but the Holly's home was actually quite cozy. Waylon had promised to stop by to make sure that was settling in well. He knew that Maria would help Sam adjust. And she was. Because currently, Sam was sitting on the floor in front of her couch wearing black pants and a white shirt while she greased back his hair.

"Buddy won't let me grease his hair." Maria laughed as she combed back Sam's long locks. Buddy came in then and settled himself down on the big, comfy armchair.

"That's because it is ridiculous." Buddy laughed. Sam looked up at him. "But it looks good on you!"

"Oh Charles, stop it." Maria said. Sam glanced over at the musician.

"Charles?" Sam asked. Buddy sighed.

"Buddy is a childhood nickname," He explained. "Plus, do you think I would have this much success if I used the name Charles Holly?" Sam just smiled. "Waylon might be able to get away with it, but I don't think I could use my real name."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Sam replied.

"So, I thought that you could go with me today to set up for practice." Buddy told Sam.

"Uh sure. Do you think I'd fit in?" He asked. Maria laughed.

"Better than that surfer hair of yours Sammy." She said. Sam felt a little pang in his heart. Sammy. God, he was really missing Dean.

"Well, if you say so." Sam said quietly. Buddy smiled and went out to get things ready. Sam set on the floor in front of Maria in silence.

"Are you okay Sam?" Maria asked, finishing up his hair.

"Yeah." Sam responded, but Maria could tell his heart wasn't in it.

"You know, I left behind a little sister and a dog in the 90's." Maria told Sam. "My sister was thirteen. She begged me to take her to the concert with my friends and I told her no. The last thing I ever said to her was 'I wouldn't be caught dead hanging out with my baby sister'. Now all I want to do is see her again."

"We'll get out of here." Sam said. Maria shook her head. "What? Why?"

"I'm in love Sam." She said. "I love him."

"But you know what happens to him." Maria nodded. "Don't you want to avoid that heartbreak?"

"Some things are just worth it." She said. "Talk to me again in March and see if I still want to stay." Sam turned to look at her. "It's like that new Garth Brooks song. I could have missed the pain, but I'd have to miss the dance." She patted Sam's shoulder. "Well, you're ready to go Sam."

"Thanks Maria." He got up and grabbed the leather jacket that Waylon had got him. If Dean could see him right now…