Sam lowered his arm and dropped the walkie- talkie, slowly sinking to the ground. A smile broke out on his face for the first time since he woke up here. Dean is coming to get, was the only thing Sam could think of.
15 years ago (before Sam went missing)
Sam and Dean were in Shannon Hills, Arkansas working a case. Sam had found a story about a guy, Paraskevas Gundahar, who claims he's from the 1800's. This immediately caught Sam's attention. Sam and Dean posed as lawyers to gain entry into the mental hospital, which went smoother than expected. Sam and Dean got a private talk with Paraskevas.
"So, , why do you claim you're from the 1800's?"
"All I know is one minute I'm praying to this God. He then appears before my eyes, and puts his hand on my forehead and I'm thrown into the future."
"And this God you were praying to was?"
"His name is Mereo, the God of gift and fortune."
"Okay, thank you again. We are going to go over your case and see what we can do." Sam said standing up and shaking his hand. Sam and Dean go up and left giving each other confused looks.
"What the hell is a Mereo? That's the first time I've heard of it."
"Whatever it is, we know it can control time. This guy was thrown 200 years into the future. I'll hit the library while you see if we have any other weird ones around here."
"Yeah, whatever." Dean said shooting Sam a frustrated look, not that Sam wasn't used to it. Dean had been going hard on him and he was getting tired of being grilled to the third degree for every single thing that he had done for the past year.
Sam spent 2 hours at the library before he found something he thought would be worth a phone call to Dean.
"So, look I think I've found something on this Me…"
"Hold on I have something to say. There have been a total of 50 missing person's reports in the last month. That's way too high to overlook. Anyway, you were going to say something?" Sam had been tired from researching and he wasn't too thrilled with Dean rudely interrupting him, so he decided not to tell the whole truth.
"Yeah, I found out that there is a god by the name of Mereo."
"That's all you found? Whatever. Meet me back at the motel." Dean abruptly hung up, obviously not happy with the lack of progress he claimed to have done. Sam put his phone back in his pocket and started to walk back to the motel.
Samantha, Dean's daughter, was leading the group for about two days now and was getting close to their destination when they stopped to set up camp.
"Sam, don't you think this is just a little bit too easy?"
"What do you mean?"
"We are right in the middle of a frequented monster hunting ground and I don't see a single creature for miles. I think this is a trap. We should keep going."
"We can't keep going, everyone is getting tired and hungry and we're all running on adrenaline alone. We need to stop and rest. I'm sure we'll be fine."
Sam staggers over to an abandon home for shelter. When he staggers into the home, panting and staggering, he quickly finds a bed and passes out from the pain and his nausea he'd been swallowing since he started moving.
When he wakes up, unsure of how long he'd been lying on that bed, he immediately hears gunshots in the distance, but yet too close for his liking.
Samantha looks over to her partner and sees the shocked look on his face. She swiftly turns to see a whole heard of monsters and creatures to ghosts and ghouls, lined up to charge.
"MOVE! NOW!" She screams as she turns and the creatures come charging at them. She grabs he sawed-off double barrel and starts firing as she runs closer to their destination. Her group is quickly taken down and torn to shreds to her horror, she keeps running and shooting until she makes it to her destination.
Sam peeks out from the blinds to see a girl running and shooting, as she heads closer to him. She runs into the town and ducks against the wall of the house as the creatures run by. She slips into the house as Sam steps into sight. She levels her gun to his chest.
"WHO ARE YOU?!" She silently sneers as he steps closer. "Are you the man that has Sam?" She asks as she stares at him with hate in her eyes.
"What?! No! My name is Sam Winchester. " He quickly notices the Amulet hanging around her neck. "Where did you get that?"
"My father gave it to me. Wait that means that your my…. Oh my God." She says holding back tears as she quickly embraces him. She lets go of him and looks at him with disbelief.
"You my neice? What's your name?" Sam says he attempts to grasp the whole situation.
"My name is Samantha Mary Winchester. My father is Dean Winchester, and you're my uncle Sam Winchester." She says clarifying everything.
"But if you're Dean's daughter, how can you be 15?" Sam says more confused than ever.
"You've been gone 15 years. I was born not too long after you went missing. My dad told me I was named after my brave uncle and my caring grandmother. He told me all about you." She says absorbing that she was finally meeting some of her family. They slept in that house for the rest of the night, knowing that the other would have their back.