Summary: Gabriel's not that easy to kill, and he figured he'd make himself known to the Winchesters with a bang in true Gabriel fashion: they're not gonna know what hit them. Time Travel fic. Dean and Sam are thrown through time by Gabriel and come face to face with their younger selves.
Prologue
Dean Winchester raced down the road through the storm, catching himself every now and again sneaking glances at his sleeping brother not quite beliving that he had him back, soul and all.
"Dude, it's really hard for me to sleep when I can feel you staring like that" Dean scowled at the smirk on his brother's face.
"Shut up, I wasn't staring"
"Right, whatever you say just keep your eyes on the road, Ok? Trying to sleep here"
"Yeah, yeah… as long as you're awake" (He ignored Sam's eye roll) "you can tell me about this case you found"
"Seems pretty cut and dry, towns got a way larger body count than usual, the bodies been ripped to shreds and witnesses have been quoted describing the killer as animalistic, sharp teeth, wild eye's the whole nine" Sam explained.
"So what then… vampire?" Dean asked. "Werewolf?"
"We'll have to check to coroner to be sure but I'm leaning towards vamp. Luna cycle's off, you know" Dean nodded pulling into the parking lot of the motel on the edge of town.
"Alright I'll grab the bags, you get us a room and we'll tackle the coroners first thing tomorrow" Sam nodded in agreement before making his way into the motel head hung trying to avoid the rain.
Once settled into the room the first thing Sam did was collapse on the bed quickly falling into a deep sleep, he'd been exhausted ever since he got back, but Dean guessed he was just making up for lost time. Feeling pretty tired himself Dean followed his brother's example.
Sam blinked sluggishly as he woke the next morning cursing the motel for not having thicker blinds. He groaned glancing over to his brother who was still out like light and smiled slightly at his worry free face, something Sam didn't get to see often. He stiffened suddenly when he heard a small cough head shooting towards the bathroom and climbed out of bed as silently as possible, gun in hand. Pausing for a second once he got to the door he kicked the door open and pulled the safety off the gun, setting off a chain of reactions.
Dean shot out of bed knife it hand looking incredibly dangerous for someone who'd just woken up.
Sam almost dropped the gun in surprise 'yelping' slightly at the sight before him.
A young boy of about seven or eight faced him, knife in hand in a position not dissimilar to his brothers albeit less intimidating, whilst a toddler with a mop of brown hair decided it was time to exercise his lungs.
Gabriel laughed at the sight, it was every bit as entertaining as he had hoped.
Author's Note
So what did you think? Love it? hate it? Should I continue?