"I don't know Dean, this just feels very... trickstery."

Dean Winchester threw his duffel bag on the table in the crappy motel room. He peeled off his jacket and sighed, rubbing his eyes. He walked over to his bed and sat down, knowing his brother was waiting for answer.

"Look, Sam, it's one in the morning, we've spent all day going round in freakin' circles trying to find this witch and we're out of beer. Go to sleep and tell me your fascinating theory in the actual morning, not whatever this is."

He turned his face into the pillow, marking the end of the conversation. He could picture his brother's bitch-face perfectly. Sam huffed and dumped his duffel next to the other one before going over to the empty bed. He heard Dean start to snore and rolled his eyes, not understanding how he could fall asleep in so many layers.

Sam kicked off his boots and peeled off a layer of plaid to reveal a grey short sleeved t-shirt. He turned the light off and laid down. After a while of staring at the ceiling going over the things they knew about the 'witch', he sighed and closed his eyes.

Dean awoke slowly. When he regained consciousness, he yawned. He rubbed sleep out of his eyes and shifted. Frowning, he felt around with his hand, feeling grass. He opened his eyes and found he was laying on his stomach in the middle of a forest. He stood up and looked around.

"This ain't Wyoming,"

A feeling of dread came crashing down on him all at once.

Sam.

Dean looked around frantically, seeing his brother nowhere. He began to panic. He ran a hand through his short hair and felt around for his phone. His stomach dropped when he realised he had put it in his jacket pocket.

"Right," he sighed, trying to calm down, "In the middle of a creepy ass forest, no Sam, no phone, no baby. Awesome."

Sam opened his eyes and threw his arm up to his eyes, shielding them from the sun. It took him a second to register that he wasn't in the motel. HE stood up and blinked. On one side of him was a wooden bridge and the other was a forest. He shivered, looking down at his bare arms and wishing his top was thicker.

"Dean," he called, "Dean!"

After staring at the forest for a few minutes, he looked back to the bridge. It led to a town that seemed to float on the icy water. He sighed and began walking across the bridge. When he reached the town, he was freezing. There were a few people in boats on the water fishing. Sam walked past a doorway and heard a pair of boots thump down onto the wood.

Sam whirled around found himself staring into a slightly bemused face. Sam frowned but before he could say anything, he felt something strike his head. His vision clouded and the last thing he remembered was him falling.

Dean yelled in frustration, once again coming across the tree he'd carved a pentagram in with a jagged rock he'd found on the floor. He struck out and punched the tree, pain shooting up his arm. He shook his hand and slumped down against the tree. He rested his head on his knees.

"Having fun Deano?"

Dean recognised the voice and looked up. Despite the thousands on unholy words running through his head, he managed to ground one out through gritted teeth; Gabriel.

"Miss me?"

Dean stood up and went to punch the Archangel in the face, even though he knew the angel would move.

"I thought you were dead,"

"I thought the same about you several times," Gabriel smiled, "Always wrong about that. Who keeps doing that? Not the Archangels any more. Why's that you ask? You killed them all, Dean. Hats off to you sir."

"Apparently not all of 'em," Dean tensed, his hands bunching into fists, "Where are we?"

"You don't recognise it?"

"Tell me where the hell we are or-"

"Or what, Dean?" Gabriel asked, "You're going to stab me with that prison shank of yours? Come on, I'm an angel."

"You're a dick,"

"Same thing, right?"

Dean closed his eyes. Out of all of the angels, why Gabriel? Dean sighed and rubbed his eyes.

"Where's my brother?" he demanded.

"Could ask you the same thing,"

"Tell me where the hell my brother is!" Dean yelled, fuming.

"I was going to but now I don't feel like it," Gabriel smiled, "But I'll you out, you're going to wrong way."

Before Dean could say anything, he heard wings fluttering and the angel disappeared. Dean whirled around and punched the tree again.

Sam groaned and opened his eyes, his head pounding. He stood up and realised where he was. A cell. He went over to the bars and looked out. He grabbed onto the bars and jerked back, a shiver racking through his body. He winced, remembering he was wearing only a shirt.

"Hey!" he yelled to no one, "Anyone there?"

A man appeared. He looked up at Sam with a half confused, half amused expression.

"Where you from boy?"

Sam hesitated, "Kansas,"

The man frowned, "Never 'eard of it. You 'avin me on?"

"What? No," Sam suppressed another shiver, "Look, I just need to find my brother. We got lost and-"

"Save it," the man cut him off, "I ain't interested."

With that, he walked off, leaving Sam along and cold. Sam turned around and went back to the plain bed. He sat down and leant against the wall despite the temperature of it. He leaned away from the wall and sat at the edge of the bed, remembering the lectures his father had given him and his brother about hypothermia. He felt his pulse racing and closed his eyes.

"Hey,"

Sam opened his eyes and looked towards the bars. A man with long black hair and stubble was standing there with what looked like a coat in his hands. The man held it through the bars. Sam got up and took it from the man.

"Hope it fits,"

Sam pulled it on. It was a little short in the arms and back but was better than nothing.

"Thanks," Sam looked at the stranger, "But why?"

"'Cause you'll get hypothermia otherwise," he replied, "I don't know what you did but I can guess you're not a criminal," he held out his hand through the bars, "I'm Kili."

"Sam," Sam shook his hand and his brain began working.

Kili. He frowned, recognising the name from somewhere. Then he remembered. He remembered the town and the man. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped when he heard wings. He whirled round and saw none other but the Archangel Gabriel sitting on the bed.

Sam looked back at Kili and saw everything else had frozen.

"Send us back. Now, Gabriel."

"I thought you were having fun," Gabriel told him, "I certainly am."

"Tell me where my brother is," Sam demanded.

"What good would that do?" Gabriel frowned, "You'd be stuck in here knowing good old Deany Bean is facing mortal peril. Actually that might make it more fun,"

"Please, just tell me," Sam clenched his jaw, trying not to shiver.

"Okay, here's the deal," Gabriel stood up, "I tell you where Dean is and if you find him, you go home. Simple as that. No tricks, no nothing. Just a good old fashioned game of hide and seek!"

"No tricks?" Sam asked, "You sent us to Middle Earth."

"Fan of the books?" Gabriel asked, "Then you should know what Mirkwood is."

Sam swallowed his fear, "He's not..."

Gabriel wiggled his eyebrows before disappearing. Sam blinked, feeling sick. He heard Kili walking away from the cell and ran back to the bars.

"Kili!" he called to the dwarf.

He turned around and came back frowning, "What is it?"

"I need your help," Sam told him, "I lost my brother and I need to find him."

"Where is he?"

"Mirkwood."

Kili straightened up, "What the hell were you doing in Mirkwood? More importantly, how did you get out alive?"

"Please," Sam felt the cell start to spin slowly, "Just get me out of here. I need to find my brother. If you had a brother, would you wanna leave him in that place?"

Kili looked down. Sam was thankful Charlie had all but forced him to read The Hobbit and made a note to thank her when they were back in their world.

"Okay," Kili looked at him, "I'll help you,"

That's the first chapter, hope you liked it. Please leave a review and let me know if you want another chapter. Thanks for reading :) x