Past, Present and Future

Chapter 1

Summary- Sam and Dean end up flicking back and forth in the timeline, where they themselves witness past events in their lives, but when Dean saves Mary from the Demon, he might not want to go back to their own time…Everything happens for a reason Dean!

Sam dropped as the chair hit the wall directly above him; his arms covered his head as the broken parts of the chair rained down on him, wincing as one of the legs struck him in the upper back and the flat base of the chair struck his legs. He looked up and quickly pushed himself to his feet, the girl was stood in front of him, her black eyes stared maliciously, the girl barely older than fifteen held a blooded knife in her hand and she was grinning coldly at him.

Sam’s eyes shifted to the door that was situated between him and the possessed child. Come on Dean. Sam bit his lip and frowned; Dean should have got the exorcism and been back by now.

The demon was a simple one, one that just wanted to bring harm and create pain; it had been possessing family members, normally young children and having them kill off their families, before moving off to the next. This was the fourth child possessed and Sam had arrived just as she cut her younger sister’s throat. He had arrived too late to save the parents and the youngest girl, but he knew she had an older brother, so the demon was going nowhere.

The child laughed and edged forward. ‘Foolish boy.’ Her sweet voice was laced with a deep male voice and it sent shivers up Sam’s spine.

Sam looked around the room quickly, papers littered the pink bedroom which the demon’s host owned, blood writing smeared the walls and candles danced from the desk and bedside tables, a large symbol also written in blood was marked on the back of the door. Sam moved around making sure he was closer to the door.

A hard pointed object hit him just under the right shoulder and he turned his head slowly to look at the shelves, he shook his head at the papers and books that were stocked neatly on it, everything was written in Latin.

He had already lost his shotgun, somewhere downstairs when the girl had thrown him and Dean across the room while she ran to her retreat, her bedroom or her lair you could now call it. All he had on him now was a bottle of holy water, which wasn’t much use when he was on the other side of the room, and a hunting knife, which again wasn’t much use, besides he didn’t want to harm the girl, she may be possessed but it was still her body.

She laughed again and her black hair fell across her face, her head moving to look over at the door.

‘Sammy!’ A faint voice called.

‘Dean! In here!’ Sam yelled, the girls head snapped back towards him and with an angry shout, Sam flew back against the wall, where he was pinned, his body suspended up the wall, his head grazing the ceiling. His arms were pinned to his sides, but he still had function of his legs, which he kicked and pounded at the wall.

The girl moved to the doorway and twirled the knife in her hand, tossing it once before catching it, portraying her skill and easy around the weapon.

‘Dean 5.9.5!’ Sam yelled, hoping to god Dean recognised the code they’d made up as a child. The footsteps that were echoing through the hallway stopped and the girl hissed and moved away and towards the younger Winchester.

She stood on tiptoes and reaching up she tickled his neck with the knife, a smile on her once innocent features. He heard a whistle from the corridor and before the girl could react Sam kicked out, catching her in the stomach and pursing his lips he let out a whistle, lower and longer than the first.

There was a crash and then the sound of a gun going off and the girl lurched and screamed as salt exploded into her. The grip on Sam was gone and he slid to the ground. ‘You okay.’ Sam looked up at Dean who was standing in the now open doorway, an expression of grim determination with the flustered look that indicated he’d been running, was planted firmly on his face.

Sam got to his feet and stepped away from the gasping child. ‘Just great.’ He moved back so he was standing beside Dean, and then slapped his brother on the arm. ‘What the hell took you so long?’

Dean rolled his eyes and slapped a piece of paper into his brother’s arm, one hand still holding the shot gun at the girl. ‘Shut up and read.’ He mumbled.

‘No!’ The girl got to her feet, her face was pale and her black eyes looked at him with a deep hatred. Dean fired another round at her, but she shrieked and her hand rose and deflected the salt, shooting it back towards the brothers.

‘Duck!’ Dean grabbed Sam by the back of the neck and shoved him down, the salt shattered against the wall behind them. ‘Read!’ Dean pushed himself off his brother, burying Sam’s face into the carpet as he did.

The girl giggled and Dean felt a cold chill run up his spine the laugh sounded so unatural. He bought the gun round and the girl shook her head and wagged her finger, before indicating with her finger. The gun pulled from his grasp and skidded to a halt by the pink bed.

‘Bitch.’ Dean cursed loudly lunging for the shotgun.

‘Oo…tut tut, mind your language Dean, children are present.’ The girl laughed mockingly pushing Dean back, however the laugh became a gasp as chanting filled the room. Dean smiled as the demon child fell sideways, arms reaching for a support.

Dean smirked and as a wind picked up around the room, he turned to look at his brother, the books beside them began to flip of their own accord pages shuffling and turning as though being read by an invisible force, the black candles that were lit were extinguished and the ceiling fan began to spin.

The demon cried out as it tried clinging to its host. ‘NO!’ It yelled and flinging out a weakened hand, it managed to knock Dean back; he collided with his brother who in turn hit the shelves beside them, the corner hit his head and Sam went down, the shelf close behind. Dean rolled out the way as books thudded down on him.

‘Sam?’ Dean crawled to his brother; he looked up as the girl righted herself and smiling she moved slowly towards them, knife swinging lazily by her side. He checked Sam’s pulse and patted him in an affectionate manner before reaching for the paper.

‘Shit.’ Dean searched the paper’s there had been a pile on the shelf. ‘Come on.’ He grabbed a sheet and scanned it. ‘Uh…’ He glanced down at Sam and the demon that was purposely approaching slowly, a malicious and knowing smile over her face. Praying he had found the one, he began reading it, the demon smirked as she approached and Dean realised nothing was happening.

Sam groaned and looked up at the demon fast approaching Dean and snapping into wakefulness he grabbed the sheet of paper that was nearest and began reading.

‘What are you doing?’ The child shrieked and she clutched at her middle. Both Winchesters were reading the frantic Latin without knowing that the other was as well. She gasped again and looked wildly around the room. ‘NO!’ She flung her head back and screamed, a black vapour exited her mouth, spreading up towards the ceiling where it split and faded. With a moan the black eyes turned a pale blue, almost grey and she crumpled lifelessly to the ground.

Sam and Dean read the last word on their sheets and a flash of lightening erupted outside the room, the lights flickered insanely and the shutters on the windows began to bang, the door swung open and Sam pulled himself away as the papers and books around him began to rattle. ‘Dean, what’s happening?’ He called.

‘I don’t know!’ Dean covered his head as a loud buzzing filled the room and a stronger wind tore through the room. It enveloped the brothers and Dean reached for Sam, his hand grasping at the fabric of his brown jacket.

Sam turned to Dean as the room around them shifted; he felt nausea inside him, similar to that as you reached the top of a roller coaster, waiting for the drop. And the drop did hit the brother’s hard.

Sam reeled as everything rushed around them and he could feel Dean’s grip work it’s way from his sleeve to his hand, and he would have laughed at the embarrassing situation Dean had just put himself in, if it wasn’t for the fear that filled him at that moment in time.

As the dizziness passed and the colours all melted into solid shapes, Sam opened his eyes to find himself standing in a kids play park, he fell with a hard bump to the ground and turned his head to the left. ‘Dean.’ He gulped, resisting to urge to throw up.

Dean turned his head at his brother’s voice. ‘Yeah.’ He too was trying to control the nausea he was feeling as the world still span around him.

‘What happened?’

SpiritWofl13- Okay guys that was chapter 1 of my brand new story, so what did you think, love it, hate it, confused…? Please Please review and tell me, because I need to know if it’s worth carrying on. Chapter 2 should be up soon hopefully and I hope you tune in to read that too. This idea has been fluttering in my head for a long while now and I hope the good ideas in my head make it to the paper (metaphorically speaking)