Hey guys! This chapter is going to focus on Sam and Jael in 1978. Just a little warning; this chapter is going to veer very far away from canon events because I feel like Anna was WAY screwed over by the SPN writers. Few things anger me about this show, but the biggest thing is the writer's clear disregard for the amazing female characters! Sorry for the small rant. Enjoy!

Sam remembered Cas grabbing his arm. He remembered the sudden jolt, and then a feeling he could only describe as falling very slowly. As he opened his eyes, he noticed that he was standing on a street with Cas leaning on both him and Jael. She looked up at Sam and then back over to Castiel.

"That," Cas huffed, "Wasn't as b-bad as I thought."

As soon as he said it, his eyes rolled back in his head and he became a deadweight in Sam and Jael's grasp. Jael nodded past Sam. "There's a bench we can put him on over there."

They half-carried half-dragged the unconscious angel to the bench. Sam sat down to catch his breath.

"I'll return in a moment," Jael said as she whisked herself away. Sam tried to avoid eye contact with anyone that walked by. He looked over at Castiel and became alarmed when he noticed the blood coming from his nose.

"Oh, that's normal. You don't need to worry about that." Jael plopped herself down next to Sam. "It takes a lot of power to transport beings through time."

"Then why aren't you wiped too?"

"Because I wasn't the one doing the transporting." She handed a newspaper to Sam. "This is from today. It indicates that we're in Lawrence, Kansas in the year 1978." He nodded his head in approval. "Good work. Now we've gotta find Anna, or at least track down my parents." Jael sighed loudly. "I wish Anael wasn't doing this. She is my favorite sister."

"All siblings can go darkside. It happens." He looked down at Castiel. "What are we gonna do with Sleeping Beauty?"

"I noticed a small motel across the street. We could leave him there?" Sam nodded again. "Lead the way."

So maybe walking into a motel in broad daylight dragging an unconscious man wasn't the best plan, but after 30 minutes of Sam trying to convince the owner that it was just his passed-out-drunk brother, they finally had gotten a room and were on their way. Sam knew where the house was, and had no problem with getting there. He just realized, the getting in would be the problem.

What do you say to your young-and-kicking mom and dad? 'Hey I just came from the future to save you from a crazy angel that's trying to prevent the apocalypse'? Yeah, put that on a Hallmark card. They stood outside the house for a minute before Jael spoke up.

"Mary isn't here at home yet. It's just John. I have an idea that might work, but you'd have to go along with everything I do."

"But what's the plan?"

Mary's gonna be so surprised I'm home early, John thought to himself. He smiled as he thought of Mary. His beautiful, amazing Mary. He finished washing the car oil and grease off his hands and was making his way to the living room when he heard the doorbell ring. He walked over and looked out the window and saw two strangers on the porch.

"Hi," he said as he opened the door. "Can I help you?"

"Yeah," the man said. "We're looking for a Mary Winchester. Is this her house?"

"Sure is," John said. "Do you know her?"

"Mary's our cousin," the girl said. "And it's been such a long time since we've seen her. Is she here?"

John smiled. "No, but she will be soon. Go ahead and come on in. I'm her husband, John."

Sam had not been prepared to see his father. He looked so young and happy. For some reason, he had always envisioned his father as looking, well, old.

"Can I help you?" John asked.

Sam felt his cheeks go red. He'd been staring at John ever since he opened the door. "No, no. I'm sorry," Sam laughed nervously. "I just-I'm a little tired from getting here, that's all."

John sat down on the couch and motioned for Sam to join him. Jael stood politely by the door, keeping an eye out for Mary.

"So! Tell me about yourself," John said.

"Well, my name's Sam-"

"Sam?" John interrupted. "Mary's father was a Sam."

"It's a family name," Sam replied.

"So you're a Campbell?"

At that moment Mary pushed open the door. She saw the two men sitting on the couch and walked over to John. She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. "Hey hon. Who's this?"

John smiled at her. "This is Sam. That is," he said, pointing at Jael, "Wait. I didn't get her name-"

"It's Jill," Jael interrupted.

"Sam and Jill Campbell. Said they were cousins of yours from way back."

"Cousins?" Mary raised an eyebrow. She looked at Sam who had been gawking at her since she had been there. "You ok, Sam?" His face turned red as he looked away. The room was silent for a few minutes.

"Well," said John, clearing his throat, "I gotta go to the bathroom." He left the room and the tension grew.

"I don't know who the hell you are," Mary seethed, "but you can get out of my damn house right now. I don't have any cousins."

"Mary, we're here to-"

"I don't care why you're here! Get out before I force you."

Jael sighed and brought her arms up. "You need to listen to us." Mary tried to lunge at her, but couldn't move. She looked up in horror and anger at the realization, and struggled against the invisible force that held her.

"What the Hell do you want?" She growled, still unable to budge.

Sam finally spoke up. "We-ah, w-we're here to save you," he blubbered. Jael looked at him and noticed he had tears in his eyes.

"From what? I have a home now. A husband. I gave up hunting a long time ago."

"Here's the thing about that, uh, you see..." he paused.

"Sam is your son. From the future, to save you. Because an angel by the name of Anna has come back and will attempt to kill you and John to prevent you from having Sam and your other son, Dean."

Mary laughed in disbelief. "Angels? From the future? M-my son coming back to save me? Excuse me if I find that a little hard to believe."

"Then I will prove it." Jael stepped closer to Mary, then cocked her head as if in a trance. "You have a scar on your left arm that never completely healed and since you haven't been able to lift your arm above your head, correct?"

Mary gasped in disbelief.

"Turn around," Jael commanded. Mary obeyed, and the angel put a hand on Mary's arm, in the spot where he assumed the scar was. A moment later, Mary looked at her arm and rolled up the sleeve. There was nothing in her arm.

She sat down on the floor, still shocked. "Angels. So there's angels." She looked up at Sam. "So what do the angels want with us?"

"Anna," Sam said, "Is going to kill you if we don't get her first. We have to make sure you and dad-er-John don't leave this house. Got it?"

She nodded dumbly.

"Good. Do you have some oil in the kitchen?" Mary nodded her head again. "Okay. Go get it." She ran out of the room.

"Does olive oil work?" She shouted from the other room.

"Yes!" Sam said. She came back in and handed him the half full container. "Is this it?" he asked.

"Yeah that's all we got in the house. I was gonna go shopping today. What exactly do you need oil for?"

"Well, after I bless it, it'll be holy oil. We can use it to trap an angel in a ring of holy fire. Kinda like a devil's trap." He finished the incantation. "Do you have any matches?"

Mary ran back into the kitchen. Sam and Jael waited.

"SAMMMMM!"

"What is it? What's wrong?" he asked as he went into the kitchen.

"John left," she said as she held up a note.