Sam

He and Dean landed in the middle of a street to the loud honking of horns. They glanced around them, navigating to the sidewalk, almost getting hit twice before they were safely off the road. Sam blew out an anxious breath, taking in the brightly pained storefronts of an unfamiliar small town.

"Did we make it?" He asked, wanting to be sure. Dean shoots him an unimpressed glance.

"Unless they're bringing Pintos back into production, I uh, I'd say yes." Something niggles at the back of Sam's mind, but it's overpowered by the sheer shock of having time travelled. Something important that they're overlooking.

"Where's Anna and Cas?" Sam asked slowly. Dean's expression goes a little wild, and he frantically scans their surroundings for their missing friends - one of whom is only dubiously stable. The only reason why they brought Anna along with them was because Cas insisted that he needed her to help give him a boost to bring them through time twice. Plus Anna had been the one to convince the angel to take any of them at all. In the end there hadn't been a lot of choice in the matter.

They spot the corner of a familiar tan trenchcoat sticking out from behind a car a little ways up the block.

"Cas?" Sam's eyes widen as he takes in the blood staining the angel's shirt.

"Hey, hey hey, hey. Cas." The two of them sprint the two yards to where Anna is sitting next to a worryingly pale Cas, winding the bronze pocket watch before tucking it into one of his many pockets. Sam crashes to his knees besides his brother, hands reaching out to hover uselessly around the downed angel. Cas had hazy expression on his face that cleared when he and Dean appeared, even attempting to sit up. Anna hissed out a warning, catching him as Cas collapsed back, unable to maintain his balance.

"Hey," Sam tried to reassure him, supporting the angel on his open side. "Take it easy, take it easy." Between him and Anna they carefully ease him into a seated position.

"Breathe." Anna advised, gently palpitating the angel's chest.

"You alright?" Dean asked, his eyes flicking between Anna and Cas. The angel allowed himself to be hauled to his feet, wiping the away the blood that was trickling out of his nose.

"I"m fine. I'm much better than I expected." Anna shook her head, tugging the angel's head closer to her own, pulling at his eyelids and peering at the angel. Her grey eyes were narrowed in irritation as she critically assessed the angel's physical injuries.

"Worse than I expected. Should have used more of the sand, consequences be damned." Anna muttered, finally releasing the angel. Sam exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Dean also relaxed next to him, reaching out to gently inspect Anna for injury. She brushed Dean off with an annoyed glare and a flinch, brushing dirt off her hands from when they'd braced against the ground. She slung her backpack over her shoulder.

"We need to get him-" Anna was cut off by Cas's sudden collapse, coughing up blood and spitting it from the ground. All three of them lunged to catch him. The angel spit again, looking dazed. Anna ducked under one of his arms, propping him up carefully.

"His vessel had taken on a lot of internal trauma. He needs to go somewhere to rest. He's useless right now." Her gunmetal grey eyes bored into them both. Dean caught Cas's other side, tense as he shot surreptitious glances at Anna. Sam decided to ignore his brother's current brand of idiocy, and scanned the area for a place to hide the injured angel.

"I cannot heal myself-" Cas cuts himself off as he coughs up more blood, "- or Heaven will know we are here. They will try to stop us." The angel warned.

"Great. Be sneaky. Got it." Dean muttered under his breath. Sam spotted a sign advertising a motel. He nodded at the sign. Anna and Dean both caught on and carefully supported Cas up the road, Sam walking in front of them; providing cover for the fact that Cas was coughing blood up all over his own clothes.

Once they reached the doors, Dean shifted, looking between the front desk and Anna. There was a young twenty something with a bad mullet and acne sitting behind the desk, cowboy boots propped up in front of him, idly scanning through a book.

"You got him?" He asked Anna. She shot him an unimpressed look before taking Cas's full weight from his brother.

"Go, get a room. I'll sneak him past the desk while you distract him. Sam will find your parents." Sam jumped at the command in her voice. It always surprised him when Anna found her clarity. It was eerie how she could be so familiar and yet also sound like a complete stranger in the same moment. Dean nodded, agreeing to the plan, and strode ahead of them through the doors. Anna followed a minute later.

Sam turned away from the motel, heading straight for the phone booth. He flipped through the yellow pages, heading straight to the end, tracing his finger down through the V's - Vanderholm, Vasquez, Vaughn - and into the W's - Waller, West, and there - Winchester; John and Mary.

He carefully scribbled the down the information onto a torn off magazine ad, and folded it carefully, making sure his parents name, phone number, and address were facing up before tucking the paper into his pocket. As he turned around, Dean came out of the motel, his face studiously blank.

"I mean the mustaches alone- wait. Where's Anna-" Sam started to ask before Dean interrupted.

"I paid for Cas for five nights, up in the uh, in the Honeymoon suit. Anna's staying with him, keep an eye on him… I told the manager do not disturb, no matter what. You know what he said to me?" That explained the bad mood. Anna wasn't coming with them. Sam quirked an eyebrow.

"What?"

"'Yeah don't sweat it. Wanna buy some dope?'" Sam snickered, and Dean forced out a laugh of his own.

"Dope. We ought to stick around here, buy some stock in Microsoft." His brother joked. Sam smiled tightly at his brother, letting him deflect the obvious irritation simmering just under his fake calm facade. Dean typically wasn't the jealous type. But Sam also knew that whatever the hell it was that had happened between Anna and Dean a week ago - is it still a week ago when he's more than thirty years in the past? - had changed something for his brother. And if Sam was honest with himself, Dean had been weird and jealous over Anna since before they'd thought she died in Hell. It was just much more obvious now.

"Yeah, well. We might have to if Cas doesn't recover. Is he alright?" He asked. Dean shrugged, kicking at the sidewalk, hands stuffed into his pockets.

"What do I look like? Dr. Angel, medicine woman? Anna's gonna see if she can work some kind of mojo from her journals, fix Cas up. She was muttering in Latin when I left. He's, you know, tough. For a little nerdy dude with wings." Sam glanced up at the motel. He hoped that this most recent round of clarity would last, and turn into full on lucidity. If Anna freaked out while Cas was bloody and passed out; who knows what could happen.

"Well, if he landed like that - with Anna juicing him up with whatever that sand and pocket watch thing was… hopefully so did Ana - or maybe she's even worse off if we're lucky."

"Since when are we lucky?" Dean joked. Sam huffed, shaking his head.

"Maybe we'll get lucky this time." His voice is strained, the joke falling a little flat. Dean smiled, even though it clearly didn't fully reach his eyes. His brother shoved his fists into his pockets.

"So, did you find them?" Dean prompted. Sam pulled out the address again, flashing the address at Dean.

"Yeah. The Winchesters. 485 Robin Tree." Dean nodded, the stress in his face rapidly vanishing as he focused on the job.

"Alright. Let's go pop in on the folks."