Requested by anonymous A/N: Okay so I really liked this idea and was thinking about writing a fanfic based on it, what do you guys think?
“Sam, can I borrow your knife?” You yelled, anxiety filled your entire body as you wandered around the dark warehouse in the middle of New York.
You felt Sam press the hilt of the knife into your hand and you gripped it so tightly that your knuckles turned white. Though you’d never admit it, you were absolutely terrified. “Same you go left, Y/N you go forwards and I’ll go to the right.” Dean ordered, gun in hand.
“Y-You want to split up?” You stuttered out, flashbacks of watching horror movies that ended badly because of the team splitting up.
Dean turned to you, hearing the shakiness in your voice. “Why, you afraid of a little ghost?”
“Shuddup,” you grumbled, hating it when Dean and Sam teased you, “we don’t even know if it is a ghost.” You continued to huff as you stormed forward, disguising your fear as idiocy.
It seemed to become darker the further you explored. You thought it was your mind making up the sounds that you kept constantly hearing in the distance. That is, you did, until you turned around and saw the creature stood behind you. It didn’t even look human, definitely not a ghost. Before you could even think about defending yourself and then you became surrounded by a blinding light.
It felt like an eternity passed before you felt your body being shaken. You opened your eyes and saw a bleak grey sky… not the roof of the warehouse? You sat up swiftly, a hand moving to rest on your stomach, “steady.”
Looking to your left you see a man in a uniform, to be more precise, a man in an army uniform. This was a bad time for your ‘men in uniform’ kink to kick in. “Who are you?!” You asked, feeling the stranger danger alarm go off in your head.
“Bucky Barnes, pleasure to meet you.” He put his hand out for you to shake but you ignored it, your eyes scanning the surrounding buildings which towered over you as you laid on the dirty floor in an alleyway.
“Where am I?” You ask.
“When am I?”
This question made him look at you with confusion, giving you this 'are you crazy’ look. “1941…”
You nodded your head, hearing him but not being able to take this information in. How were you suppose to get home? What were Sam and Dean even doing right now? Did they know where you were? Had they even noticed that you’d gone missing?
“So,” Bucky said, breaking your train of thought, “did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”
Looking at him, he had this stupidly cheesy grin n his face and you couldn’t help but laugh in retort. “God, and here I thought these were the times for chivalry.”
He laughed at your comment and then nodded towards the open street path, “come on.”
“Come on where?” You asked your fiftieth question, still though you were compliant and when he offered his hand to help you stand up you accepted it.