#lost in time
Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC
Series Summary: Sam and Dean answer Jody’s call about a ghost wandering in the woods, calling for help, wearing period clothing. Thinking they’re taking a break from the end of the world and handling a run of the mill haunting, they hit the road, unaware their world is about to be turned upside down.
Genre:Time travel AU, WW2, Romance, Angst
Warnings:None for this part, except some swearing.
Chapter Summary: In present day, Sam and Dean try to figure out where to start in figuring how Eva got here, and how to get her back to 1944.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Supernatural, or Sam and Dean. Eva is an original character, and mine. The depictions of members of Easy Company in this story are based on the actor’s interpretation in the HBO series Band of Brothers, which I also don’t own.
Masterlist/Prologue/Chapter One
“This is perfect, this is just fucking perfect,” Dean says through grit teeth as he drives. His knuckles are white against the steering wheel.
“At least it has nothing to do with me this time.” Eva pipes up from the backseat, smiling politely at him in the rearview mirror.
His grip tightens.
“What are we supposed to do?” Sam asks, sounding equally as stressed, “Tell Jody ‘sorry, we can’t save your life today’?”
“Are either of you going to tell me what’s going on?” Eva asks for the fifth time, and Dean exhales hard through his nose.
“Listen to me, both of you,” he says, going full big brother mode. “Both of you are going to shut up–”
“Hey–!”
“You’re going to shut up and let me drive so I don’t kill us all, and then we’ll decide what the hell we’re going to do when we find Jody.”
Eva has her arms crossed. “Who is Jody?”
“She’s who led us to you, actually.” Sam says. “A friend of ours, who’s gotten herself into a bit of trouble.”
“I mean, why not just run off after the first thing with fangs before asking anyone else for help or backup?” Dean mutters under his breath.
“What?” Eva asks, alarmed.
“Nothing.”
Dean’s foot lands heavier on the gas pedal and he just hopes that they’re going to make it there in time. When Jody called, she was cut off almost immediately, and Dean could hear the sounds of a fight in the background.
They have no choice but to get to her as fast as they can, no matter if they have a passenger or not.
Ten minutes later, tires squealing, Dean pulls into the parking lot of an abandoned building, Sam nearly leaping out of the door before the car is even in park.
“Stay here.” Dean orders, before he too is out of the Impala, not giving Eva a second look.
Inside, he’s right behind his brother, his adrenaline kicking in as he hears Jody struggling. At least she’s still alive. He and Sam move nearly in sync, picking up where Jody left off with the vamp nest.
All he can hear is the sound of his own heavy breathing as he focuses, and only notices for one second that there’s a fourth person in on the fight before he does a double take, seeing red.
Eva is there, his gun clutched tight in her grip, and she’s firing with precision, her eyes hard.
She has no idea that her bullets aren’t going to do a thing.
Sam lands the final blow to the last vamp before it can turn on Eva, but it’s Dean who’s turning on her, voice loud even to his own ears.
“What the fuck are you doing? I told you to stay in the car!”
“I don’t take orders from you,” she says, eyes flashing, “and you’re welcomeby the way, for helping you with whatever was happening here.”
Dean pinches the bridge of his nose. “You have no idea what you just walked into, and you could’ve–”
“I’m sure sitting alone outside was the better strategy, or did I miss that in officer training school?”
Dean opens his mouth to fire back another biting reply, but Jody’s voice cuts through the tension.
“Uh, hello?”
He turns to her. She’s got a pretty bad cut on her forehead and a few other scrapes, but he doesn’t see any other blood, and more importantly, no bite marks.
“Thank you for coming, but also – who the hell is this?”
“Eva Simmons.”
“What?” Jody looks at Sam and Dean incredulously.
“We found the ghost.” Sam says, deadpan.
“She’s not a ghost–” Dean interrupts, but before he can finish, Eva beats him to it.
“Actually, I’m still not positive I’m not dead, so…”
Jody looks dumbstruck. “She is what you found in Virginia?”
“And unless you have any other ideas on how to get her back to 1944, we might all be speaking German by morning.” Dean bites, tired of beating around the bush. “So we’re going back to the bunker, and I’m going to drink two – no, three – beers before we figure out what the hell to do here.”
Sam rolls his eyes. Eva looks furious, which Dean is starting to think is her default setting. Jody looks amused, which just makes Dean grind his teeth a little harder.
An hour later, they’re packed into the Impala, and Dean’s mind won’t shut off. Eva has made herself as small as possible in the backseat, and she stares out the window watching the view go by.
He wonders why she’s not more freaked than she’s acting. She’s not exclaiming at every digital billboard or car or anything else. She seems… calm.
For the first time tonight, he’s suspicious of her story. She’s got the clothes, and the slightly old-school accent, but she could be a great actress. Though - what would she gain from finding Sam and Dean? How else can he explain the way she fired a gun like she’s done it a million times before?
And her fear earlier… that didn’t seem fake.
Everyone but Dean falls asleep by the time they reach the bunker.
He puts the car in park and stretches in his seat, his neck cracking and back protesting the long drive. At his movement, Eva wakes. She gasps and looks around wildly, which wakes Jody.
“We’re here.” Dean says.
Inside, he watches as Eva walks around cautiously, but there’s something reverent in her gaze, the way she runs her fingers lightly over the mahogany table.
“Think it seems familiar to her?” Jody whispers. “It was built around the time she–” she stops herself, almost like she can’t believe there’s a time traveler in their midst. “Have you looked into her story at all?”
Dean shrugs. “Sam did some digging, but there’s nothing. Not from what he could find on his phone, anyway.”
“How the hell are we going to do this, Dean? We have no idea what sent her here in the first place–”
“I know.” He runs a hand over his face. “I feel– this is above our paygrade, Jody.”
“You need to treat this like a haunting,” she says quietly. “She’s a person, and there’s a reason she’s here. We just have to figure out what that is.”
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Eva feels like a fish out of water, but this place feels – homey?The architecture, the furniture, they all feel familiar.
She worked on code breaking in a place like this.
“Do you want to find a room to stay in?” Sam asks her, appearing at her side.
She gives him a weak smile. “That would be great, thank you.”
He leads her down a long corridor of polished tile, their footsteps echoing. “Any of these rooms,” he gestures to the right side, “are open. This place was meant to house a lot of people, so take whichever one you want.” He pauses, “There’s also communal bathrooms down the hall. If you want to shower, or–”
“I think I’m just going to try to sleep. Maybe when I wake up I’ll realize this was all a dream,” Eva says, smiling at Sam.
“Maybe.”
Dean walks over slowly, eyes wary. Eva gets the feeling he’s not a very trusting person. Hell, she doesn’t blame him. Her whole adult life has been about second guessing every story, every name.
There’s more to Sam and Dean’s story than they’ve told her - that much is clear. She still has very little understanding as to what she walked in on earlier. They were frantic about getting to Jody, and those people she shot– they weren’t people. Not anymore.
She shivers just thinking about it.
“We’re going to do some research to figure out how we can get you back to where you’re supposed to be. The more you can tell us about yourself, the better.”
Eva stills. This, this, is the number one thing she’s trained to look out for.
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1944
Lieutenant Lewis Nixon is cold, tired, and needs a drink.
He stomps through camp, for once hoping the fog doesn’t clear. If it does, they’ll be jumping into Normandy without their best ally on the ground.
No one has heard from Eva Simmons since she dropped with the Pathfinders.
He’s starting to get worried. The biggest worry in the back of his mind is that she went into some little French town and she was made by a collaborator, or the Germans themselves.
It seems so far-fetched, but these days, he’s going with his gut. They’re so close to the invasion he can taste it, but they absolutely can’t go without making contact - not just to belay his own fears that she’s alive, but they need the intelligence first.
He gets into Battalion headquarters, his gut churning.
“Nixon.” Colonel Sink barks his name, and he takes a deep breath before he enters the room. He goes to salute, but the Colonel waves him off. “We don’t have time for that - sit down.”
“Sir, we haven’t made contact with Simmons.”
Sink sighs. “I was afraid of that. Do you think something happened on the drop?”
“The rest of her company checked in via their radio man. It was coded, but we got it. She has a separate code that she’s meant to use when she hooks up with the Free French.” He rubs a hand over his face. “Sir, there are two options: either she was killed during the drop, or she was intercepted on the ground.”
“What’s more likely?”
“I think the latter, sir. Simmons excelled at jump school. She’s smart and she knows how to blend in, but there’s a chance that she had a run-in with the wrong people.”
“There’s nothing we can do but wait, Lieutenant. The minute you hear something to suggest she’s alive, you report directly to me.”
“Yes sir.”
Outside, Nixon tries to quell his fears and stop assuming the worst. There’s got to be a reason she didn’t check in… she’s too smart to get captured, and the alternative… well, she didn’t just vanish into thin air.
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Present day
Eva doesn’t sleep much that night. She told Dean and Sam as much as she could without giving too much away - she’s still so paranoid. She wonders if she’s going to be like this for the rest of her life.
Whatever time she has left.
She can’t remember what she was doing right before she ended up in Virginia. She doesn’t remember if she was wounded, if she was killed, if she was… was she– a brief flash of a memory, of being… she’s somewhere cold, and dark, and she’s frantic. Her pulse is beating a mile a minute.
She’s running, from someone, from something…
She can’t think. She can’t think.
Frustrated tears come to her eyes.
She has to figure this out. There’s no other option. She promises herself that in the morning, she’s going to steel herself, and do what she does best - solve the code that got her here in the first place.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC
Series Summary: Sam and Dean answer Jody’s call about a ghost wandering in the woods, calling for help, wearing period clothing. Thinking they’re taking a break from the end of the world and handling a run of the mill haunting, they hit the road, unaware their world is about to be turned upside down.
Genre:Time travel AU, WW2, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None for this part.
Chapter Summary: In 1942, we see Eva get reassigned to the paratroops and get an insight into her espionage work in France. In present day, Eva, Dean, and Sam try to figure out what to do next.
A/N:There is very little Sam and Dean in this chapter - so sorry! Please don’t skip it though, this chapter gives some really important backstory for Eva. This features some dialogue from an infamous Band of Brothers scene. I don’t own it, and it also doesn’t quite happen in the same place/time as I’m using it here. Just go with it.
October, 1942
The night air is cold, ripping through her clothing and freezing her skin. The sound of her breathing is all she can hear above the pounding of her heart as she scans the trees, trying to decide if she can see any movement.
Her commanding officer is on her left, and makes eye contact as they creep ever closer. A series of hand signals follow, and they move out, into the treeline.
They appear to be moving as one unit. Their footsteps are silent. Her adrenaline spikes as she hears the snap of a twig, and they’re all crouching instantly, Captain McNamara’s fist in the air in a silent message to stop.
Out of the corner of her eye, she sees a flash of movement. Reaching for her clicker, she presses once, then twice. Click. Click-click.
No response.
Quickly, her squad moves in. Like one, they rise from their crouches, rifles aimed, and the movement on the other side of the trees stops.
“Jesus Christ.” Someone from the “enemy” on the other side mutters.
McNamara sighs, moving into the neutral area ahead to address the other company in the training exercise. “Captain. You’ve just been killed, along with ninety-five percent of your company.”
She drops her rifle to a more neutral position, digging in her pocket for a cigarette. If her mother could see her now… well. That’s a road she doesn’t care to go down just yet.
McNamara talks to the other Captain and takes a few notes from the field exercise before sending them back to the assembly area. Before they move out, he takes a few steps in her direction.
“Sergeant Simmons.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good scouting. I’m going to recommend you for a promotion before we get our marching orders. Hopefully only a few more weeks and we’ll know if we’re going to see some real action.”
She feels flushed from the praise. “Thank you, sir.”
Later, she’s sitting with the rest of her company in an intelligence lecture, outlining the biggest operation they’re likely ever to do.
“Pathfinders will go in ahead of the Infantry and clear the way. We need clear drop zones scouted and marked. Enemy presence in this area is heavy, so we’re getting help from British Intelligence.”
Afterwards, she’s pulled aside by the Captain and his S2 - intelligence officer Lieutenant Matthews.
“Simmons, I hate to do this to you–” McNamara says, and her stomach sinks.
“Not again.” She mutters.
He actually looks a little chagrined. “It’s not my choice. You’re being transferred.”
She straightens. “What?” The promotion she’d been told about, but not the possibility of a transfer. It shouldn’t surprise her - everything is being put towards the invasion - it’s only natural they’d want as many intelligence officers as possible, but she’s already split time between the OSS and the Pathfinders.
The churning in her gut makes her frustrated. This is the third time the rug has been pulled out from under her, just when she finally feels like she’s gotten settled in a unit where the men didn’t leer at her or laugh at everything she said.
She finally feels like she has some respect, and now it’s being taken away. Again.
“You’re still going to be with the Airborne, but you’re needed elsewhere.”
She doesn’t say anything, she just nods.
This time it’s Matthews who speaks. “Follow me.”
Inside Battalion HQ, she offers a hasty salute to other officers and takes a seat when it’s offered to her. That’s the other thing she’s learned in the Army - always sit down when you have the opportunity.
“Simmons, this is Lieutenant Nixon. Newly promoted S-2 for Easy Company.”
“Lewis Nixon, 506th Parachute Infantry,” the man clarifies, extending his hand. “Nice to meet you.”
He looks familiar to her, but she thinks it’s just his type. Clean shaven, strong jaw, dark hair and intelligent eyes. Permanent smirk on his face. This is the type of man who is used to things going his way. Ivy Leaguer, she suspects.
She also suspects he’s giving her the same treatment - trying to figure her out and figure out who she is.
“What exactly is the assignment here, sir?” She asks, “Apologies for speaking so bluntly, but my understanding was the paratroopers are a volunteer unit, like the Pathfinders.”
When her time with the OSS ended and she needed somewhere else to go, she properly enlisted in the Army and joined the Pathfinders. The work was similar, and her skill with languages helped her tremendously.
“Officially, you’re going to be the newest intelligence officer for Easy, taking Lieutenant Nixon’s place with his unit as he’s been promoted to Battalion.”
“Unofficially, you’re going to drop ahead of everyone else with the Pathfinders. There’s a contact on the ground you need to meet. Completing this objective is imperative to making this mission a success. They’ve got information on the location of some heavy enemy guns, and we need to know where they are before we start.”
Her hands shake slightly. Gee,she thinks, no pressure.
“Your previous work was well done,” Nixon says, looking over a manila folder in his hands. “How long were you in France before?”
Eva swallows heavily, the memories flooding back. “Long enough.” She says quietly.
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Eva slips in the back door of the cafe, pulling her hair out from under her collar. There’s no music, not tonight.
She hears raised voices in the dining room, and takes a deep breath, trying to calm her adrenaline. She’s been in France for six months, and still the feeling of seeing SS soldiers in uniform puts her on edge.
“Eva.” Her boss peeks around the corner. “Table two. Make it quick, and I’ll forget you were late.”
Tying her apron around her waist, she heads out into the dining area, her heart still seizing at the sight of them. “Bonjour,” she says demurely, approaching the table.
“Ah,” one of the taller men, a Captain, greets her. “Fraulein. You haven’t been here the last two nights.” His English is stilted.
“Visiting my grandmother, she lives in the country. Can I get you a drink?”
They order wine. It’s always wine, and they get the best, even though the entire country is suffering on rations. She hates that they know her name. It makes her palms itch. But still, she does what she’s supposed to do.
She doesn’t let on that she speaks German. She keeps her face blank. Whatever she hears, she files away carefully. She never writes anything down, not anymore. One too many close calls that had her running taught her that.
Her current assignment is the most important. Where are the enemy positions? What positions are most vulnerable to a potential Allied invasion?
Most of all - what else are the SS doing with the railways besides moving equipment?
In truth, she’s anxious to get back to the Army. It’s more her speed. She wants to be real help on the ground when the invasion starts. But, as one of the few women in the service, she blends in. That, paired with her language skills, lends itself to her many personas, and it’s why she’s shuffled back and forth between undercover work for the OSS and actual training with her unit. No one suspects this particular persona can read a map, or memorize coordinates, or speak three languages.
No one suspects that she’s already been overseas for two years and had a year of training in Canada before that. No one suspects that before she was Eva again, she was Emilie, training the Free French to fight back after the Nazis arrived.
No, no one suspects her.
Not this persona, a simple girl living in France with her aunt and uncle and waiting tables. Being up close and personal with these monsters when she knows what they’re capable of… this is the first time she’s considered her own mortality.
If they ever find out she’s American, she’s certain they’ll kill her.
She works the rest of her shift in silence. She’s quiet, she’s polite, and she listens. Always listening.
.
Lieutenant Nixon looks… impressed? Surprised? She’s a little offended. After all, she wouldn’t have been chosen for this if they thought she was useless.
“We could use another translator.” He says, finally.
“That’sit?” She asks incredulously.
His eyebrows raise. She flushes - she didn’t mean to speak out of turn. “Sir, due respect, but I’ve been in this war longer than the United States has. I can do more.”
A small smile curls his lips. “Let’s finish your parachute training first before we give you a rifle.”
Captain McNamara clears his throat. “There’s a Jeep outside to take you both to Aldbourne.”
Eva says nothing, she just nods, and snaps to attention, giving one last salute to the man who has been her mentor since she joined the Pathfinders. She’s really loath to leave his command, especially to join a group of men who she’s sure haven’t seen a woman in the last year.
She has no choice, though. If this is what she has to endure to carry out her duty, then that’s what she’ll do.
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Present day
Eva’s head hurts. She’s in the backseat of an unfamiliar vehicle with two unfamiliar men. Every instinct in her body is screaming at her to get out of the car as quickly as she can and get away from here.
What they’ve told her can’t possibly be true. It can’t. She must be– well, she’s either lost her mind, or she’s dead. That’s the only explanation.
The older man – Dean – keeps turning slightly to look at her over his shoulder. She wishes he would just keep his eyes on the road. She, on the other hand, doesn’t even want to look out the window. All it does is remind her that she’s not supposed to be here.
Things are so different.
She chokes back a sob as the reality of her situation sinks in. Time travel isn’t possible. And even if it was, why her? She can’t even pinpoint the last moment she remembers being in 1944. She can’t remember what she was doing before she was here.
They pull into a roadside motel just after midnight. Eva is immediately on edge again.
It’s not being alone with two men, really. She’s been sleeping in barracks and various billet houses with men for over three years at this point and has learned to live with the lack of privacy. It’s the fact that she trusts those men, her brothers.
She doesn’t know Sam and Dean.
She waits outside the car for them to go inside the small office and get two rooms. She wonders if they expected her to stay in the same room as them, but she wasn’t going to let that happen. Especially when she’s unarmed and still trying to get her bearings.
Inside the room, she’s still barely said a word. They’re looking at her cautiously.
“Do you…” Sam asks, “… are you hungry?”
She shrugs. “Not really. I feel a bit sick.”
“Time traveling almost 80 years into the future will do that.” Dean mutters.
Eva actually laughs, but it sounds hysterical, even to her own ears. “Well, you’re not speaking German, so I guess not everything turned out so bad.”
Dean opens his mouth, but Sam cuts him off. “No!”
Dean and Eva both look startled.
“You can’t tell her anything, Dean. It could– it could mess up the past.”
“This isn’t The Butterfly Effect.”
“It could be.” Sam insists. “If we change anything… Dean, it could literally change the world. We have to get her back to 1944 and fast, because if she’s supposed to be there for–” He stops himself.
“I’m just one person.” Eva says, her voice uncharacteristically small.
Sam smiles. “If we’ve learned one thing, it’s that everyone plays a role.”
“I still don’t understand any of this. How you found me, what you were going to do… you said something–”
Dean cuts her off. “There’s time for that. But– for now, we need to get back home where we have some time and space to think.”
“I’m still not quite convinced that any of this is real, you know.” Eva says, almost resigned. She has no idea what to believe. “Why should I trust you? Believe anything you say?”
“Do you have any other ideas on how to get back to ‘44?” Dean asks.
“I suppose one of you could hit me over the head and see if that does the trick.”
They look taken aback, and she blinks.
“It was a joke.” Sighing, she turns on her side on the bed and closes her eyes. “Might as well get some rest.” Quieter, “I can’t remember the last time I slept in a real bed.”
With her eyes closed, she can’t see Dean watching her carefully, the wheels turning. He has no idea why she’s here, or what will happen if they don’t get her back where she belongs. He just knows that they dealt with Hitler coming back from the dead once, and they’re not about to do it again.
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Endnotes:The Office of Strategic Services (OSS) was composed of almost 13,000 Americans who operated as spies and Intelligence from 1942 to 1945. They were codebreakers, they planted false information to mislead the Germans, and, as a fun tie-in to the Airborne for the sake of this story, often parachuted into enemy territory to blow up bridges and rail lines. One third of them were women!
The first paratroopers to be dropped on Normandy for D-Day (Operation Overlord) are the Pathfinders. These men (and for the sake of my story - some women) are grouped into teams. They are dropped into enemy territory without initial marking and are then tasked with drop zones (DZ) and landing zones (LZ) before the arrival of the Airborne fighting companies.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC
Summary:Sam and Dean answer Jody’s call about a ghost wandering in the woods, calling for help, wearing period clothing. Thinking they’re taking a break from the end of the world and handling a run of the mill haunting, they hit the road, unaware their world is about to be turned upside down.
Genre:Time travel AU, WW2, Romance, Angst
Warnings: None for this part.
Masterlist
Prologue
“… yeah, we can take a trip and see what’s going on. I’ll do some research. Sure, bye.”
Dean listens in as Sam finishes up a phone call, his cell pressed between his ear and his shoulder as he types on his laptop.
Dean raises his eyebrows. “A hunt? I thought we were taking some time off.”
Sam nods. “It’s Jody. A haunting. She thought we could look into it since she knows you’re incapable of actually taking time off.”
Dean rolls his eyes.
“It’s weird - Jody says there’s been a huge uptick of stories in Virginia of a woman who haunts this stretch of woods, here.” He points at a spot on Google Maps on his laptop screen. “She wears period clothes, calls out for help, the usual.”
“So?” Dean shrugs. “Look, we can’t help every lost soul. Why us? Isn’t there someone local who can figure out what’s going on?”
Sam gets that look on his face. “Get this - the other day someone else saw her. But this time, she saw them. Like – made eye contact, and spoke to them.”
“Still not that weird. An intelligent spirit.”
“She came closer, and grabbed their arm. The guy said it felt real. He thought she was a real person. By the time he got his phone to call the cops, she took off.”
Dean sits a little straighter. “She didn’t disappear? She ran away?”
Sam nods. “Appears so.”
Dean frowns. “So, this ghost. She’s been there for years. And only now she’s interacting with people?”
Sam nods. “And that’s not all. Before, it was the usual lost soul stuff. Asking for help, walking the same path. But now, she’s been seen in different areas, even walking along the sidewalk in some places. And she’s spoken to people, and says different things every time. Not like a record on repeat.”
Dean scratches at his beard. “Okay, that’s weird.” He stretches, sighing. “Virginia’s nice this time of year.”
Sam grins.
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Two days later, the Impala slows to a stop alongside the highway.
In the trunk, he and Sam grab flashlights, their guns, and some salt. Dean doesn’t think they’re dealing with an aggressive spirit, but it never hurts to be prepared. The last time he made assumptions, he almost got his eyes clawed out by the ghost of a teenage girl.
“Let’s go,” Sam says quietly, and they head into the woods, gravel crunching lightly underfoot.
It’s quiet.
Dean feels the hairs on the back of his neck start to stand up, and he slows his steps, looking to his brother. He feels like someone’s watching him, and no sooner has he digested that thought, then he hears the click of a gun being cocked.
He freezes, his jaw clenching.
“Don’t move.”
The voice is female, softer than he expects for someone who has a weapon pointed at him.
“Woah, woah, woah–”
“I said don’t move.”
“Not moving.” Sam says. “We don’t have any money.”
“I don’t want your money,” she snaps. “I want your name, rank, and serial number.”
Dean falters. “Excuse me?” He asks, trying to turn around.
“Don’t move!”
“Alright, alright. Look, we don’t have rank or a serial number.” He tries to see her out of the corner of his eye. Her hands are shaking, just slightly. “I can tell you our names.” When she doesn’t say anything, he continues. “I’m Dean, and this is my brother Sam. We’re here to- to help someone.”
“Put the gun down.” Sam says. “We’re unarmed.”
“No one’s ever unarmed.” She says, almost laughing. “Turn around.”
They turn slowly, and Dean sucks in a breath when he sees her. Dark hair, pulled tight into a twist. She’s got an olive drab colored button-down shirt tucked into high-waisted trousers, and a sidearm, pointing right at his forehead. Her grip is steady, but she twitches when she meets his eyes.
“American?” She asks, and Dean’s brow furrows.
“What else would we be?”
She glares. “You’re in civilian clothing. You didn’t identify yourself.”
Sam and Dean share a look before Sam speaks. “Miss… we’re out here trying to help someone. We’re not looking for any trouble. In fact, I’m starting to think we’re looking for you.”
“What?”
Dean takes a step forward, his hands out in a placating gesture. “What’s your name?”
Something flashes in her eyes. “Eva.”
“Eva. We can help you, but you have to tell us what you’re doing here.”
“What do you mean– are you stupid?” She asks, and Dean’s jaw drops. He shares another look with Sam. “What else would I be doing here?”
Sam also takes a step forward. “Eva… where do you think you are right now?”
She shakes her head, just slightly. “France. I– I got separated and I must have… hit my head, I guess. I– I have to find my way back, but no one will help me. No one responds to the code words, and I–”
“Wait. Wait. Eva–” Dean starts, holding up his hand. “Eva, this is Virginia. United States.”
She stares at him. “Is this a joke?”
“No, Eva. It’s not.”
“We don’t have time for this! I have to get back to my unit. The op is in two days–”
The air whooshes out of Dean’s lungs as he reads the desperation on her face. This isn’t a ghost. She’s real, just as real as him and Sam.
“Just… wait here. I need to talk to my brother for a second.” Dean says, pulling Sam by the elbow a few feet away.
“Is she–”
“A box of fruit loops? Probably.” Dean says, rolling his eyes. “Look, we can get her to a hospital. But if we miss the window on that spirit appearing–”
“Did you not hear what I said to her?” Sam interrupts impatiently. “I think she’s the ghost.”
Dean shakes his head. “She– look. That’s not possible. She’s not exactly made of vapors or whatever.”
Sam sighs. “Jody said the spirit wore period clothes. Asked people for help. Appeared real, but took off so fast people thought she was a ghost.”
Dean puts his hands on his hips. “You think it’s her. That still doesn’t tell us what to do from here. This is out of our wheelhouse, dude. We don’t do memory loss.”
“She thinks she’s in France.”
“Like I said. Cuckoo for cocoa puffs.”
“What if she’s not crazy?”
“Can you two stop talking about me like I’m not standing right here?” Eva hisses, and Sam and Dean turn to look at her, Dean dismayed when he sees tears on her cheeks. “No one will help me. I don’t know how I got here. Look - you’re American, and I hope I’m not being compromised, but I think I was made, and I have to find my unit. Please, just–”
“Eva, slow down.” Sam says quietly. “Eva, it’s– today is June 4th.”
“Iknowthat.”
“June 4th, 2021.”
All the color drains from her face. Dean speaks, softly. “It’s 2021.”
“That’simpossible.” She whispers.
Dean sighs. “Yeah. We hear that a lot.”
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A/N:What do you think? I’m excited about this one and would love to hear your thoughts! Please note: I am not doing a tag list for this story - so sorry, but it just takes so much time and effort. If you want to read more, please turn on notifications for my blog!
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Pairing: Dean Winchester x OFC
Summary: Sam and Dean answer Jody’s call about a ghost wandering in the woods, calling for help, wearing period clothing. Thinking they’re taking a break from the end of the world and handling a run of the mill haunting, they hit the road, unaware their world is about to be turned upside down.
Genre:Time travel AU, WW2, Romance, Angst
Warnings:Descriptions of war and war-typical violence, some (small) mentions of era-typical misogyny, descriptions of PTSD. Appropriate trigger warnings will be at the beginning of each chapter if applicable.
Author’s Note: I have no idea why my brain insists on these crazy ideas, but here we are. As some of you know, I have a sideblog for HBO War content like Band of Brothers, The Pacific, etc ( @softspeirs ). I’ve been having writer’s block re: some projects for that fandom lately and wanted to switch fandoms to see if that would help. In the middle of the night I had an idea for this fic. I hope it interests some of you!
This series is in progress.
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
