Introduction: Welcome! I've been planning on posting these for a while now, and since Season 2 is still kicking my butt, I decided to keep my head in the writing zone and the story space by getting some of these written up!

Explanation: All of the following are one-shot story bits from The Road So Far (This Time Around) that were not included in the story for one reason or another. Some are omitted scenes that were removed from the story due to flow or timing, but still happened in the universe (like tags to an episode). Others are cut scenes, removed entirely from the world of TRSF(TTA) for chronological issues or because I decided to take the story in another direction instead. Each chapter will give the timeline for the scene, a recap of what was happening in that chapter around the time of the scene (so you don't have to go track it down), and the reason it was not included in the story. As a last note, these often go through little-to-no editing, so they'll be a lot rougher than the writing quality you're used to from TRSF(TTA)

Enjoy!

Type: Omitted (removed from the original story, but still happened off-screen)

Summary: Dean discovers traveling back in time gave him something he thought long lost, and took something away he never thought he would lose.

Characters: Dean

Timeline: Takes place at the end of Season 1: Chapter 1

Chapter Recap: Dean woke up in the Impala outside of Jericho, California, realizing Castiel sent him back ten years into the past. He takes Sam back to Stanford, confident he can stop Brady from killing Jess, and spends the night at the couple's apartment.

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The Road So Far (This Time Around)

Season 1: Chapter 1

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Dean stared at the kid in the mirror, whose face he barely even recognized. He was young. Too young. It didn't feel right – didn't feel fair. He wasn't sure who it was so unfair against, even.

Himself, sure. It wasn't right that he could look so carefree and young, and feel so old and weighed down. Why shouldn't the youth have come soul deep, huh?

The situation, of course. Who the hell's genius idea was it to put some young, smart-mouthed punk in the driver's seat of the end of the word? He didn't remember feeling so young, so woefully unprepared for what lay ahead, and what they inevitably faced. But staring down that kid's face was a whole different story. This body he had stolen, this life he was overwriting, was a damn child. He had been a friggin' child when the weight of the world was put on his shoulders.

Not for the last time, Dean wondered just how the hell he and Sammy had made it through the apocalypse.

Green eyes slowly moved across the rest of his bare torso. So much of his flesh was scar-free. It had been, by far, one of the most disconcerting parts of the journey so far. Probably because it hadn't occurred to him and even once it had, he still hadn't expected the reality of it.

Dean had waited a couple hours until he was sure Sammy and his girl were fast asleep and Brady wasn't bursting through the door, before he'd ducked into the bathroom. Even Apocalypse guards deserved bathroom breaks. Of course, it had gone far longer than a usual bathroom break, given that he'd gone to wash his hands, bending over the short apartment sink, and the Samulet had slipped from the neckline of his tee and swung, tauntingly, right under his nose.

Honestly, he totally froze up. Of course, he later scoffed at himself for doing so. This wasn't his body – not 2016 Dean at least. This body still had an amulet his brother had given him when their dad never showed on Christmas, and which he'd worn right next to his heart for fourteen damn years without thought.

A harmless little amulet that one angel had gone and shattered into something much, much more complicated.

Dean's hand totally did not shake as he pulled the thing up and over his head, staring down at the little cow-horned head with its closed eyes and yet somehow still judgmental face. He set it down on the edge of the counter, unsure what to do with the thing. That decision was saved for a later date by the sudden thought that that wasn't going to be the only change he'd find.

He had ten years of changes, scars, hurts, marks, life, that suddenly weren't going to be there at all.

Dean pulled off his outer shirt and tee with steady hands, dropping them to the floor carelessly as he stared at soft skin devoid of so many scars. Sure, there were still marks marring his flesh; he'd gotten himself injured a fair number of times before Sammy had left for college and Dad chased after the yellow eyed demon. But countless scars were missing, including the most conspicuous of all: a hand print burned into his bicep that had never faded.

That plain expanse of flesh stretched over his muscle was so foreign, Dean couldn't quite identify it as his.

Cautiously, like it might incur cosmic consequences, Dean lifted a hand and wrapped his fingers around the unmarred muscle, mirroring point for point where that mark should have been.

"Cas," he muttered, then pulled his hand away when he realized how weird a moment he was having with…well, himself. Because the angel wasn't here. He hadn't made it.

There was no 'profound bond' in this universe, and he couldn't help thinking that, if he stopped everything, there never would be. No Uncle Dean, no little brother at his side through thick and thin, no best friend with personal space issues.

Dean swallowed roughly against the overwhelming wave of loneliness. He ignored the suspicious burn in his chest as he threw his shirts back on and swiped the amulet from the counter. He tossed it in his go bag as he plopped back down on the cough, snagging Sammy's laptop along the way. He had research to do and about five years of shit that needed planning.

He'd figure out what to do about the Samulet later.

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Reason it wasn't Included: It didn't fit well with the flow of the story. I felt, for impact, the chapter ended with a much heavier feel on the line about Dean playing bodyguard and thinking about a lonely future without his brother by his side. This would have had to come after that, and somewhat nullified the somber chapter ending. And I'm all about torturing poor Dean :)