Dean x Sam x Castiel x Reader x Crowley {TBT.....}

       {~~~Throw back Thursday....Well Throw Back Everyday...~~~}


       {Prologue}



       You heard a blaring noise that you related to something that brought large amounts of nostalgia…..God why the hell was this thing allowed to live?

       Slowly you broke from the warm casing the bed brought-

       Wait….

       Motel beds always sucked…..

       And they sure as hell weren’t soft and filled with feathers….

       You’re eyes shot open as you popped up from your bed looking around frantically.

       This was definitely not the motel…..

       The walls were painted with a bright (F/C) and was littered with pictures, drawings, tid-bits, and various bands. These were the bands that, you enjoyed now yes, but were the main bands you listened to when you were 16….. You didn’t recognize the room though. Being in the hunter life never gave you the luxury of having your own room once you hit this same age. So this most definitely wasn’t your room. You swallowed thickly ignoring all of the stuffed animals on your bed and rushed to the mirror on your bureau that was situated on the opposite wall from your bed. The covers were left in a crumpled mess. Your breath was caught in your throat when you saw what the mirror revealed…..

       It was still you, sure, but from eight years ago…

       You could tell from your face instantly. It was still the cutesy, sparkling eyed teen face. You then switched to look at your body stripping off your fluffy shorts and tank top. It left you in your underwear and sports bra.

       You felt disappointment rush through your body with a slump of the shoulders. Your once muscular body had lost all of its tone. It looked like someone could break your arm just by pushing you…. not to mention your battle scars were non-existent.
Another odd anomaly… When you heard a voice you recognized.

       “(Y/N)! Are you up?” You bit your lip  trying to keep your emotions inside.

       “Yeah mom!” You shouted back. On in the inside of your head you counted to ten as an attempt to calm yourself down. You had been mother-less since you were, what a coincidence, 16. Pushing your past away, you pushed open the doors to your closet. Yet another wave of nostalgia rushed past you as you saw clothes you thought you’d never see again. Your fingers brushed through all of the different fabrics. It seemed like your closet was on steroids. Sure you had nice clothing before your dad got roped into the hunting business, but this was a hell of a lot more than you had before….

       You guessed it made sense with the big house and clothing. Before your Dad got sucked into hunting he was about to make a huge deal with another business. You smiled a little seeing your cutesy little dresses. Many of them neutral colors; white, black, and some other colors mixed in. After picking a dress out, you made your way to your dresser and looked through everything.
Underwear and bras in the first drawer.

       Socks and Tights in the second drawer

       T-shirts (of which there were many) in the second drawer.

       Shorts and then Pajamas in the last drawer.

       It made your heart a little happier seeing your black knee socks. You picked them up and put them on rushing down to the kitchen.

       As you looked around the house you noticed how extravagant everything was. Man, something must’ve gone right in that deal for your Dad.

       Once your parents saw you they smiled.

       This whole thing was a mess. You were in a tiny baby body with no hunter-capabilities. Your Dad was smiling with your Mother alive. Not to mention being loaded…. So yeah there was much to adjust to…

       “Sweety-Peetey, come eat before school.” You mother smiled. You went along with breakfast, enjoying a normal life if only for a day. A loud honk brought your day dream to an end. Your dad rolled his eyes as he internally groaned. Your mother glared at him smacking him on the shoulder lightly.

       “Be nice Rupert.” Your mother sent your Dad a warning glare.

       “Dean must be here.” Your Dad scooted back from his seat. You followed suit grabbing your backpack and lunch bag. Your parents followed you to the door.

       “I know you and Dean have known each other forever, but he’s not good enough for you. He hurt you once Honey bear. Don’t let him do it again.” You dad pulled you into a hug. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion.

       Dean was here?

       Did he know what was going on?-

       Did your dad say something about him hurting you?

       “Bye sweety-peetey! Have a good day at school!” Your Mom waved you off as you walked outside spotting the car, thank god something was constant in this universe. The grass crunched under your black flats as your made your way to the car. The passenger door creaked as you sat down. When you looked to the driver you saw Dean….just not the Dean you remembered…..

       “Holy crap….” You accidently let slip out before you could censor yourself. Dean looked so young. And cute. What the hell? No longer did he have a strong jaw and spiked hair. He had a cute little chin and shaggy short hair that was this way and that. Young Dean chuckled as he looked at you gawking at him.

       “Shocked by sexiness, baby doll?” Dean purred to you, scanning your body with his eyes. You blinked back into reality. It seemed that Dean didn’t travel with you….Sam and Castiel most likely didn’t either. If you were going to work a way to get back to the real world, you were going to have to work with this supposed ‘Dean.’ As a way to save the conversation, you snorted in derision looking at him like he was stupid.

       “Yeah as if. You wish.” You said situating back into the seat. This Dean still listened to the same old Classic Rock songs, he looked like him when he was a teenager, and he still flirted with you like the present Dean too. Maybe this wouldn’t be too much of a stretch…. You still wonder what Dean ‘did’ to you that would cause you harm.

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       Dean made small talk with you, throwing little inside jokes here and there, to which you just laughed along with him. It seemed to make him happy, so what was the harm? He seemed more clingy to you though…. Not in a bad way, you just wondered what your past with him was. Dean had an arm slung around your shoulders in a way of telling other guys to back off his girl. You let Dean guide you through this school you ‘went’ to. You hoped to god that you had the same schedule as him….. The air seemed to shift as you passed various students to ‘your’ locker, which you didn’t know the number of. You looked up at your once known friend who wore a prominent smirk. You followed his eyes and were completely blind-sided by seeing Sam.

       He was adorable with his short hair and baby teen face.

       This teen Sam didn’t seem too happy. His jaw was locked and his eyes were in a tight glare…..

       Pointed straight at Dean….

       “’the hell do you think you’re doing?” Sam growled as he pushed Dean back from you.

       “Walking with my favorite girl, what’s it to you?” Dean pushed Sam back with more force. The two of them had a stare down. What was with them?

       “’Your girl’, oh that’s cute. You’ve already hurt her once, she doesn’t need you to fuck her up again.” Sam spat back his ‘brother.’ On a scale of 1 to 10, you were an 11 on the confused scale as you looked from each boy.

       “Um….I’d like to weigh in….” You said raising your hand. The two boys looked to you with softened faces filled with something, you couldn’t quite put your finger on, as they smiled at you.

       “Aww, you’re so cute when you’re confused.” Dean smirked crossing his arms in front of his chest as he eyed you. To which he was awarded a smack on the shoulder from Sam.

       “Look, just back off. You’ve caused enough heart break here. You really think (Y/N) would ever trust you again?” Sam asked. Damn these guys were awful to each other…. You felt two hands on your shoulder and looked behind yourself. You turned you saw teen Castiel. He was too precious!

       “Aww, you’re so cuuuute!” You cooed pinching the angel’s cheek, but you guessed that with how they interacted with each other that the hunters and angel you knew were gone. Teen Castiel blushed red and turned you around pushing you in the opposite direction of the two fighting.

       “N-never mind that (Y/N)….let’s just get to college English before those two start world war three in the hallway….” Castiel stated trying to shake off his blush. You two stood there for a moment. You were waiting for him to lead the way, but you still had you backpack and things and had no idea which locker was yours. How would you just casually ask Castiel where your locker was if you’d been in school for months? The angel gave you a look expecting you to go to your locker, as expected. “Are you ok (Y/N)?” An awkwardness settles inside you filling you to the brim.

       “…..yeah… my brain’s being dumb today…. Which locker was mine again?” You asked trying to make it a half joke. Your classmate simply shook his head with a smile.

       “You really need to get to bed earlier. Your locker number is 90.” Castiel smiled at you.

       “I totally knew that!” You said sarcastically. Thank god that he didn’t ask too many questions. You quickly found locker 90 and found a bunch of pictures inside on the walls. Some were funny. Others were of you and your crew. You, Castiel, Sam, Dean and Crowley- Wait Crowley?!

       “We better hurry (Y/N), don’t wanna late.” Castiel probed again.

       “Right sorry…” You threw your stuff into the locker, save for your pencil case and spiral. Dean and Sam’s arguing still continued on in the background until they noticed your absence.

       “Castiel that little rat…..” Dean grumbled. Sam and his ‘brother’ both went their separate ways as the bell rang.