This was an idea I had with a fellow fanfiction writer. Thank you Ana for your support. I hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter One

Dean took in a deep breath as he leaned against the railing watching as the magnificent Niagara Falls roared even being so far away. His brother Sam stood next to him marveling at the falls with child like innocence. Their sister Christina was talking with a street vendor and was in the middle of buying three bags of peanuts for each of her siblings. When she returned she handed each bag to her brothers and Dean took the opportunity and shoved a handful of peanuts into his mouth.

"I love Vender peanuts." He muttered with his mouthful of the salty snack.

"Well, keep some in your mouth then." Christina chuckled taking one out and carefully breaking the shell to eat the nut inside. "These were six bucks a pop." The information made Dean start to slowly eat the peanuts in his mouth. He stopped when he started to hear the muffled laughter of his sister. "I love how gullible you are." She started to laugh louder but placed a hand on her brother's shoulder. "But these were pretty expensive. I just don't understand something as simple as peanuts could cost three dollars for only ten ounces of peanuts."

"Someone's got to make a living." Dean said cracking a shell and tossing the two peanuts into his mouth almost instantly spitting it out. "Ugh that was rotten!" He said wiping his tongue to get rid of the taste the best he could. "Come on, I need a drink to help get this taste out my mouth." He tossed the nearly full bag of peanuts into the trash which made his sister's face look shocked but ignored it when Dean pulled out a twenty and handed it to her.

The bar they decided to head to was an old brick building called Bar House No. 4 that was right next to their hotel room which held the soft phantom smells of it once being a morgue but for the Winchesters years of visiting morgues made it surprisingly comforting for them to ease into their beds at night.

Dean led them into the bar and headed towards the long bar that was just off to the right. "Wanna get something to eat before we turn ourselves in for the night?" He asked feeling a little weird that he felt tired even though all they did that day was look at the sights in Canada.

"That sounds lovely for me." Christina said having finished her peanuts in the car and was wanting something more solid in her stomach. "I'll go get us a table." She said moving past the rowdy crowds of patrons and headed for the back left corner of the building finding a secluded booth. She sat down and watched her brothers gather their drinks and looked for her. She held up her hand and gave a wave signaling her location. She smiled when Dean set down a three shots of amber liquid while Sam sat down three brown bottles of Beer.

"So are you going to cave and eat a hamburger?" Dean teased Sam as he slid in next to Christina making her get pressed against the wall.

"We'll see." Sam said giving Dean his signature bitchface before rolling his eyes as their waitress sauntered up holding three laminated menus and handed to each of the Winchesters.

"Good day folks," she said giving a wink towards Dean who replied with a cheeky grin and nod. "Names Georgia I'll be your server. Could I start you three with some appetizers before your meal?"

"Actually Georgia I would like to get your number first if you wouldn't mind." Dean said giving her his signature smolder making Christina quickly kick his shin but was acting as though she was looking over the menu.

But Georgia smiled and chuckled. "Well, I think I can see if that's a possibility." She said writing something down on a napkin she had picked up. Christina and Sam shared the same rolled eyed look as they set their menu down ready to order. "Alright what can I get started for you?"

"I would like-" Dean started but Christina quickly spoke up.

"One large blooming Onion please extra garlic sauce please." Christina watched as Georgia was trying her hardest to remain professional. "Then two large double bacon cheeseburgers both with extra onions. No pickle on one please."

"Alright." Georgia said before looking at Dean who gave a motion of his head saying the woman next to him had already ordered for him. She then looked at Sam who fought with a smile that was fighting to spread across his face. "Sir?" She asked.

"I'll take your Country Fried Steak with no gravy and garlic toast please." Sam said making his two siblings give a little shrug as they handed their menus.

"That's better then a salad." Dean said glaring at his sister as she took a sip of her beer. "By the way what the hell was that all about?"

"I was just being an annoying little sister since we're on vacation." Christina chuckled taking her whiskey shot. "After all since we don't have a case I might as well have fun."

Dean couldn't help but laugh as he would have done the same thing. "Alright fine. But I think I can still get lucky if I play my remaining cards carefully."

"Just don't loose too much." Sam said picking up his drink and taking a nice gulp.

"Oh I never loose." Dean bragged raising his empty bottle and three fingers. "Money that is." The comment made his siblings let out a string of complaints and how embarrassed they were of their older brother, but they shook their heads knowing none of them could stop him from pleasuring his own needs.

Sam and Christina shrugged and waited for Dean to come back pouting that he lost his chance or with a napkin with the phone number. But after fifteen minutes he didn't arrive back which made the two younger siblings look at each other before Sam stood up and walked away hoping to find his brother while Christina stayed seated just in case Dean came back. But after twenty more minutes of not seeing neither Sam or Dean, Christina assumed that not only were they not going to get their food, but her brothers weren't coming back. She stood up and tossed a few bills on the table before walking out of the bar stopping only for a second to see if her brothers were just talking at the bar. But they could not be found.

The fifty foot distance from the bar to the hotel seemed colder and made Christina feel uneasy as she walked inside. As soon as the doors closed behind her, she felt her cellphone vibrating in her back pocket. She quickly rushed to answer it and raised it to her ear.

"Hello?" She answered hoping it was her brothers saying to come back to the bar.

"Christy!" Dean screamed from the other end loud enough that the few other visitors turned to look at her. "Where are you?"

"I'm at the hotel." Christina said stepping from the lobby and back outside. "Where are you?"

"Back at the bar. I just went back to the table and you were gone. Come on back."

"Okay sorry. I waited for you guys to show back up and not only did you not come back I couldn't see either of you."

"Oh well, I was getting something done." Dean's voice made Christina stop and shake her head.

"Gross." Christina said stepping away from the hotel. "I'll see you in a few." She didn't wait for a reply as she quickly hung up and slid her phone into her pocket. But as soon as she did something hard smashed against the back of her head and she barely remembered falling before things went dark.

~DSCWIN~

Christina's eyes flinched as a flashlight moved over her face and strange garbled voices slowly became clearer for her to understand.

"Miss, are you...okay?" The voice was strange and unfamiliar to Christina as she slowly braved a look. "She's waking up, sir." Came the voice again.

When Christina finally managed to opened her eyes fully a nice looking young man wearing a constable outfit slowly stood up to help her into a sitting position. "Whe...where am I?" She asked her head felt heavy as she could also feel blood slowly sliding down her face.

"You're in Toronto, Canada." Came the soft voice of the constable. "Do you have any papers with your identity on it?"

"Yeah...One second." Christina moved slowly and reached for her back pocket and felt her wallet still there. She sighed with relief that she wasn't robbed and opened up her wallet and pulled out her license. "Here..." She said slurring her words as she reached for her cellphone that was still in her jacket pocket. She turned it on but found it wasn't connecting to anything. She blinked again trying to clear the blurriness she was experiencing and noticed that the constable was now looking at her strangely. "What's the matter?"

"Miss, is this real?" He asked carefully shining his flashlight on the license before shining it on Christina's face.

"Yes it's real." Christina said her attitude understandably irritated. "Look, go to the bar next door and find my brother Sam and Dean. They would vouch for me."

The constable looked confused and turned to another man in a boiler hat and suit. "Sir, I think she needs some help."

The boiler hat man slowly walked up and knelt down in front of Christina. His face was friendly and his aura smelt like Lilacs, fresh cut grass and lemons. "Miss, my name is Detective William Murdoch. Where is this bar you said your brothers were?"

"Right there." Christina said pointing to the building which made the Detective very confused. "What?"

"Miss, I'm going to have Constable Crabtree seek out a doctor for your head injury then tomorrow I'd like to talk to you more."

"The bar's right there. I was just in this hotel when my brother called me to come back to the bar. I'm not crazy. I've dealt with far worse injuries then this..."

"Miss, calm down please. We're not accusing you of anything. But you'll have to come with me, if you don't mind."

Christina looked confused but slowly stood up and as the Detective gently took her hand, he lead her to the building she had pointed out. But as she walked through the front doors, she noticed it didn't have the same bar smells. There wasn't a bar with drunken patrons, nor were they tables and chairs scattered around, and there wasn't any scantly clothed waitresses bringing trays of food or drinks to customers. What was there were desks and police officers. There was soft lamp light hanging from the ceiling. Old phones on the other end of the desks and a door that led into the cells with thick iron poles. She quickly turned to the Detective as the doors closed shut behind her. "What year am I in?" She asked her voice nearing hysterics.

"The year is 1897." The detective said making Christina's face pale. "Is George back with the Doctor yet?" William said as Christina sat down slowly on the small cot in her cell.

"He should be here any minute, Detective." Came another voice from another young man.

"Miss, everything would be alright." William said but Christina wasn't listening to him anymore. She was trying to figure out how she ended back near the beginning of the twentieth century.

"No." Christina said tears filling up her eyes. "No. I'm not supposed to be in this time."