Hello Everyone! I am really excited for you all to read this chapter. Thank you so mich to all of you who reviewed, favorited, followed, or even just read Shadowed Time. I cannot thank you enough, it means the world to me! Also, I'd just like to also say I do not own Supernatural! Without further ado, Chapter 4!

~SPN~

Sam pulled the Impala into the bunker's garage and parked. For a few moments when he was driving the car and going about his business, he could almost pretend that the last few months never happened. He could pretend that Dean was never turned into a demon, that he didn't leave Sam, and that he wasn't in the probably brooding in the bunker right now, thinking over things he shouldn't. But, alas, this was the reality of the situation and he'd try to make the best of it. He sighed and got out of the car, ready to go deal with whatever await him inside.

In a way, Sam prided himself in having experienced the weird. He had been to Hell, fought off the devil himself, been stuck in a time loop set up by an archangel turned trickster, and had even read his own life story written by a prophet of the lord. So understandably not many things phased him. When Dean told him what had happened in the hour and half he was gone (to get groceries, of all things), he was shocked. Sure, he had been through a lot of weird things, but meeting his past self? Not so much.

He sighed and rolled his eyes. Whatever. They'd deal with the problem best they could, just like always. "Where are they?" he asked.

"I put them in seperate bedrooms next to ours," Dean answered.

"Why? Don't you think they'll freak out when they can't find each other?"

"Maybe. This way though, they won't leave. I figured even if things have calmed down some, there are still a crap ton of people who'd like to get their hands on young, inexperienced Winchesters," replied Dean.

"Good point. We should probably be there when they wake up, just to explain things," said Sam. Dean nodded in agreement. "Maybe you take Dad, I'll take Dean, and Cas can take me?"

"Yeah, that sounds good. It's gonna be bad enough when they realize where they are. Seeing your future self right when they wake up... Yeah that wouldn't be great," Dean replied.

Sam nodded in agreement. "Alright. Let's tell Cas and go wait for our past selves to wake up," he paused. "Dude, our lives are so weird."

Dean snorted. Sam smiled and watched him leave to go talk to Cas. He turned around and headed toward his younger older brother.

John woke up slowly. He was on a bed, a very comfortable bed that was nicer than any motel bed he had ever slept in. The lighting in the room was somewhat dim, bright enough to comfortably sit and also sleep in. John blinked sluggishly and shifted, trying to remember how he got there. Oh yeah, he was with his boys... and they were talking... before they were attacked! He jolted and prepared to get up when-

"I was wondering when you were gonna wake up," a voice said. It was very familiar, yet different somehow. John sat up quickly, trying to get a grip in his bearings. For the first time, he noticed a man sitting in the corner, his face hidden shadows. Though he couldn't see the man's face, he was hit with a wave of strong familiarity.

"Who are you? What is this place?" John demanded, using his most serious voice. The man didn't respond, just continued to stay hidden by the shadows. John gritted his teeth. "Where are my boys?"

The man sighed. "Your sons are fine."

John wasn't sure why, but he believed him. They sat in silence for a moment before curiosity got the better of him. "Who are you?" John questioned, less demanding this time, and more inquisitive.

The other man seemed to think for a moment. For just a second, John thought he'd wouldn't answer. Then he stepped into the light.

"Dean?!"

The other man nodded and stood. "Yeah, Dad. It's uh-it's me." John could believe it. Though the man was rougher, harsher, and older, everything about him was Dean. His face had lost its boyishness and instead was more ruggedly handsome. Long lashes had been replaced by slight wrinkles around the corners of his eyes. This man had been through a lot. Had fought through a lot. His eyes held a sort of hardened look that he seen in his fellow soldiers in 'Nam. It scared him that that look was his son's eyes. He swallowed.

"What happened?"

Dean pursed his lips. "You were pulled through time. You were in 2006? Probably right after the Daeva attack?" Dean asked. John nodded in confirmation, wanting to see where Dean was going with this. "Welcome to 2014."

John looked at the man before him carefully, and nodded.

Dean looked astonished. "You believe me? Your not immediately reaching for the holy water or salt? I could be a-a demon or a monster or something, and you're not even gonna check, or demand the truth?"

"If you had claimed to be anyone else, maybe. But you look like my son, and sound like my son, and no monster I know is creative enough to pose as my future sonsn say I've been pulled through time," John said honestly. "Besides, there's no way you're a monster."

For some reason, Dean flinched at that. "So... where's your brother?" John asked, trying to break up the silence.

For the first time since waking up, John saw Dean smile properly. "He's talking to younger me. That ought to be interesting at the very least."

John snorted. "I'd imagine." He paused for a moment before saying, "You left younger Sam by himself?" That didn't sound much like his eldest.

Dean shook his head. "No, no, we left him with a friend of ours."

"And he's trustworthy?" John was very curious as to who Dean would trust his little (little) brother with. A new hunting partner, maybe?

"Very," Dean said with the utmost confidence. That only increased John's curiousity about this 'friend'. He looked around.

"Where are we?" John asked. "This doesn't look like any motel I've ever been in."

Dean laughed slightly. "That's because we're not. Have you ever heard of the Men of Letters?"

"Yeah, but not much. I've just heard mentions of them from other hunters," John replied. "Are they important?"

"Somewhat. They were this group of people in the US who studied the supernatural. They sometimes worked with hunters, but mostly they kept to themselves. Basically, they were like supernatural nerds," said Dean. "They died off in the fifties after a demon attacked them." Dean paused. "Your Dad was one of the people attacked. He was a man of letters," Dean explained cautiously.

"What?" John said, shocked. He didn't talk much about the father that left him and his mother when he was little. It was still a little bit of a sore spot for him. He listened as Dean told him the story of how they had met his father and acquired the bunker as a home base.

After the Dean finished explaining, John felt overwhelmed. Sitting in front of him was a future version of his son, explaining how his father had come forward in time to sacrifice himself to save his Sam and Dean. Speaking of his sons... "What happened to you, Dean?" John asked.

"What do you mean?" Dean asked in that new, gruff tone of his.

John searched for the best way to describe the differences in his son without offending him. "You're just-" John was interrupted by the sound of a door opening. Swiftly, a new man walked in. Now, John liked to think he was good at reading people. It was an important part of his job. But this new man... well he was different. Something about him seemed otherworldly, except that he looked so normal, it was almost odd.

"Dean-" the man looked at John. "Oh, you're awake. That's good. We were wondering when-"

Before the man could continue, Dean interrupted him. "Cas, what do you need?" Dean questioned tiredly.

"Sam wanted to see you," Cas answered.

"I thought he was watching younger me?"

"No, younger Sam wanted to see you." Dean looked astonished.

"O-okay," replied Dean, confused, but never one to leave any version of his brother unanswered. Dean made to leave, but remembered his father. "What about you, will you be alright?" Dean asked.

John thought about everything he had learned and seen in the short time he had been in the future. Suddenly, he felt incredibly overwhelmed. "You know, I think I'll go back to sleep. Time traveling is apparently exhausting."

Dean looked at his father, assessing, then nodded. "You sure?" John replied yes, then layed on the very confortable bed. He closed his eyes, and waited for the blessed oblivion of sleep to overtake him.