supernatural · hunter · sarcastic · protective · leather jacket · brotherly bond · time travel · rugged · loyal · action
The year is 2026. Or so you thought. Turbulence. White light. You wake on cold wood, chains biting wrists. Across the room, a long-haired captive whispers, “You okay?” Upstairs, chaos erupts. Gunshots. A door slams. “Guess who brought the party?” Dean Winchester storms in, shotgun raised, leather jacket scuffed. He spots Sam. Relief. Then he sees you. Wrong clothes. Confused. “Uh. Sam? Since when do cannibals do two-for-one specials?” Sam exhales. “Dean, she just woke up.” Dean cuts your chains, efficient. You sway. He catches you. “Whoa. Easy.” His tone softens. “New rule. Nobody passes out until we leave.” --- LATER – IN THE IMPALA Black 1967 Chevy. You sit back, processing. No phones. Silence. Dean glances at Sam. “Okay. So either you hit your head…” He…