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Dean grumbled to himself as he trudged up the creaky stairs, to the attic. It's Christmas and he forgot the fairy lights. Of all things, it is the fairy lights.
"Have you got them yet De?"A little girl giggled up the stairs,
"not yet sweetie"Dean called,
Dean smiled, he was getting the fairy lights for his little sister Jo. His mum, step-dad, sister and Best friend where here for Christmas. He didn't get to see them often, as he worked away in the army. So he treasured every moment he has with them.
"where are they packed then?"Dean sighs to himself,
After a minute of looking, he sees a small box at the back, glowing with a purplish light. He felt strangely pulled to it, but he's never seen this box before. Inching closer the light starts to pulse, slowly at first. As if it was exciting. The box was no taller than his shin and about 3 hand's in length. Dean kneels down and his joints creak and groan, nervously he grips the flap of the box and pulls it open, then the second, then the third and finally the last. Then the light is gone, in a bright flash. As Dean's eyes adjust to the drastic light change he blinks several times.
Inside the box were 12 glass balls, they looked very similar to snowglobes, unfinished snowglobes. Carefully he picked one up and looked at it. On the front there was a gruff looking man with short hair, the colour was unknown as it was like a Victorian painting in monochrome. The man seemed quite muscly and in his late 40's, a name was written in cursive writing, Crowley. Picking up another he noticed a younger and smaller painting of a man who seemed to be of Asian ethnicity also dressed in Victorian clothes. Another name at the bottom in the same handwriting, Kevin. As he placed the ball back, another was knocked and managed to roll out of the box, smashing to pieces on the floor.
He jumped back and the same purple light leaked from the ball and a small amount of smoke emerged as a figure appeared from nowhere. A tall man, long-ish brown hair and amazing honey brown eyes. The man stretched his arms and legs, then looked at Dean.
"Thank you for breaking the Orb."Said the strange man,
"um..w-what..."Dean stutters,
"I've been trapped in that Orb for centuries and you released me... thank you"The figure smiled and stuck out a hand to shake,
Dean took another step back, the man seemed to be confused and a little hurt by this and put his hand back by his side,
"A-are you a ghost?"
"no?.. it was the Witch.."The man looked at him as if Dean were stupid,
"Witches aren't real" Dean chuckled,
"what year is this?"The man asked slowly,
"2018.."
The man took a sharp breath in, then nodded,
"My name is Samuel Wesson. I prefer Sam... I was born in 1796 but trapped by the witch in 1818.. making me.."
"220 years old.."Dean finished,
"Yeah...I was 22 when the Witch trapped me"
"wait...how did you end up here? like in my attic?"
"That, I do not know"Sam shrugged,
Dean sighed heavily and dragged a hand down his face,
"so are you stuck here? In this century?"
"yes, unless I can find the Witch and somehow get her to send me back"
"I'm gonna take a huge guess and say she'd probably just put you back in the ball?"
"..its an Orb of magic not a ball.. but yes, she would."
"If you're quiet you could probably stay up here until I can find you somewhere to go?"
"I'd be very grateful..thank you. I'll stay very quiet..erm, sorry I do not know of your name?"
"Dean.Dean Winchester"
Sam's eyes widened, "Winchester..whats your grandfather's name?"
"John..why?"
"that's why the Orbs are here!! John Winchester was a famous Witch hunter from my time"
Dean's head started to hurt, and just in time Ellen called up the stairs,
"Dean, honey, are you alright?"
Dean snapped his head around, "yeah I'm fine, just managed to find them, they were at the back. I'll be down in a minute!" he called,
"Okay, shout if you need any help"
"Thanks, Ellen"
Dean turned to Sam,
"You stay up here and be quiet, I'll come back when I can. I need time to wrap my head around all this."
"Of course, Thank you again Dean"
He nodded, grabbed the fairy lights and left the attic. Not before turning a small lamp on. Jo was waiting on the stairs for him and jumped up with a grin upon seeing him,
"you got them! thank you, De!"Running forward she wrapped her arms tightly around him, Dean chuckled and hugged back,
"c'mon shall we go put them up in your room?"
"yes!!" and with that, she bounced off to her room,
Dean took one last look at the attic and pressed Sam to the back of his mind, but he could already feel a headache forming behind his eyes. After 15 minutes of joking and laughter, the lights were up in her room, circling her bed and forming a heart in the middle.
"Jo, Dean, dinners cooked"Ellen called,
"coming!"Jo shouted,
We all sat at the table and tucked into the food,
"mmm, this is the delicious mum!!"Jo beamed, everyone, hummed in agreement,
"Merry Christmas everyone!"She cheered,
"Merry Christmas!!"
Later that evening Dean was sat with his family in the living room watching the Christmas carol but he just couldn't focus. All he could think of was the man in the attic, John was a witch hunter...Sam is over 200 years old... witches are-
"Dean you alright son?"Bobby asked,
"Yeah, I'm alright just got a headache."He said trying to grin,
"Go on up to bed if you'd like"Ellen suggested,
"are you sure?"He asked, trying to hide the anticipation of possibly seeing Sam once more,
"Yeah, its fine son" Bobby smiled,
"Okay, I'll see you all tomorrow"
Jo jumped up and gave him a squeeze, "hope you feel better soon" she whispered,
He ruffled her hair and left the room. However once upstairs he walked into his room then crept silently out but closed the door like normal, and snuck up to the attic...