Dusty, leather-bound spell-books littered the dining table as usual in the small hotel room occupied by Dean and Sam Winchester. It was just another typical Tuesday night - delve into the newspaper records online for this particular town, find the demon, smoke them out, go back to the Bunker. So easy in fact that Sam had even been doing some light reading on the side while he researched, much to Dean's dismay. Sam put the steaming cup of coffee up to his lips once more as his hazel eyes scanned the internet article, the words almost blurring together as he scrolled down the page so fast. Meanwhile, Dean was on the other laptop across from him, supposedly researching also but both boys knew he was looking up Asian beauties instead.

Sam said nothing, knowing his words wouldn't make a difference to Dean in the slightest. Dean took another sip from his somewhat dented beer can only to be interrupted by his brother.

"I got it. So apparently, these murders have been going on since the late 1700's. It started with a woman named Catherine. Apparently, she died in childbirth," Sam explained, pushing a lock of hair behind his ear.

Dean frowned over at him, "But that's not-"

"-murder, yeah, I know. But at the time of her death, she was possessed," he explained.

Dean's eyebrows hit his hairline and he made an 'oh' sound at the back of his throat. He took another swig from his beer can before tossing it in the trash can beside him, the metal making a clanking sound as it hit the bottom.

"So, some demon knocked her and her kid off. And for what? She make a deal or something?"

Sam shrugged, a piece of paper fluttering off the table as he moved only to be caught by his deft fingers, "Oh, no, the child lived apparently. Grew up and married the servant, it says here - Hareton. Who incidentally, was also her cousin,"

Dean made a face but Sam ignored it, reading on silently. It was only after the silence had stretched between them a few minutes, Dean about to go back to his Asian beauties when Sam broke the silence with a quiet 'huh'.

He glanced over at his brother questioningly and finally, Sam spoke, "Well, seems as if after her untimely death, her adopted brother went into a "fit of rage" and lost his mind. And...Catherine's child looked identical to her mother. I mean, identical, Dean. Check this out,"

He slid the laptop around then so that Dean could get a view of the screen. And once he had, his green eyes widened in shock. The pictures were faded but there was no mistaking the resemblance. And not just from a familiar connection - no, they were almost like clones of each other.

"So...Doppelgänger?" Dean asked, arching an eyebrow.

Sam shrugged over at his brother as he spun the laptop back around to face him, "Maybe. Could also be reincarnation of a sort although it doesn't seem as if she knew who she'd been in her past life,"

"But how? Why did it even start?"

"My best guess? The adopted brother. Seems like he'd be the most likely candidate for making a deal,"

"Gruesomely murdered then?"

"Nope. Gunshot wound to the head - self-inflicted,"

Suddenly, Dean clapped his hands together than, a loud noise that made his baby brother flinch slightly before rolling his eyes in annoyance.

"Okay, then. Let's go gank ourselves a demon." he said, grinning excitedly like a child on Christmas morning.

Sometimes, it made Sam wonder how they could truly be related. Well, at least they could hurry up and kill this thing so he could get back to his book. But before either boy could move, there was a resounding knock at the door. Both brothers glanced up instinctively, Dean being the one to get up to answer it. But once the door had swung open, he found himself wishing he hadn't answered it after all.

For the person standing in the doorway was not a human - no, this stranger's eyes were coal-black, the color filling up the whites completely. Dean cussed under his breath then, reaching for his handgun but it was too late - the demon had already found its way inside. Glancing down at the floor, Dean muttered another swear word as he realized his mistake - apparently, when he'd opened the door, his boot had broken the line of salt poured out in front of the doorway. Flicking his wrist with, he sent Dean flying through the air, making the older Winchester hit the wall with a painful grunt.

"SAM!" Dean shouted over at his little brother.

But Sam was already in motion, the trusty journal of their father clutched tightly in both hands as he began to recite the Latin passages on the weathered, yellowing papers tucked inside.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te-" Sam began to chant, the words sliding off his tongue like honey, so familiar to him at times he forgot it was a different language entirely.

Before he could finish uttering the words that would dispel the demon from the body it was inhabiting - an unsuspecting hotel clerk - he was flung away just like his brother, back smacking the floor with a resounding smack. The book was thrown from his hands as he landed, skidding across the smooth floor tiles only to get wedged underneath the table. The demon gave it no notice though, its powerful strides taking it directly over to Sam.

"Well, well, if it isn't little Sammy Winchester. You're highly talked about among the demons, you know. Well...your extracurricular activities anyway," he sneered, his face transforming into a smirk at the last words.

Sam grimaced, memories of that dark time flashing in his mind like police lights. It was a time he'd rather forget. But as the demon took a step nearer to him, Sam's eyes landed on the book lying on the floor next to him, its pages splayed open. With quick thinking, he kicked his foot out towards the demon, effectively hitting him in the shin. The demon let out a howl of agony, losing his balance and sending him sprawling on the floor. It was enough time for Sam to grab the book though and as he did, his eyes scanned the pages, immediately beginning to read from it as the demon began to spasm on the floor, coughs starting to wrack its body. With every puff of air emitting from its mouth came an inky trail of black smoke.

Just then, Dean groaned from where he lay in a crumpled heap in the corner. But something wasn't right. Suddenly, he felt a tremor under his feet and frowned. The empty glasses on the table began to shake just as the room began to shudder from the effects.

"What's going on?!" Sam asked no one in particular just as another tremor rocked the room, sending him backwards.

He fell to the floor with a grunt, lifting up on his elbows just as the air around them began to change, a light as bright as the sun beginning to fill the room. Sam called out to his brother but it was too late to stop whatever was happening. The shining white light soon enveloped them completely, blinding Sam even as he put an arm up to shield his eyes from its brilliance before everything went black.

When Sam finally awoke from his deep slumber of unconsciousness, it was to a dark and gloomy overcast sky above him. His eyes blinked rapidly, still feeling groggy from the after-effects. And it wasn't helping that someone was digging a very sharp-pointed boot into his rib. Sam groaned and swatted the foot away only to hear a sigh of annoyance.

"Come on, Sammy, we don't have all day," Dean grumbled from above him, holding out a hand to him.

Rolling his eyes at his older brother's mood swings, he grabbed onto his hand and let Dean haul him to his feet. Sam finally got a good look at their surroundings then and frowned. This place didn't look familiar in the slightest. Fog clung to the ground in tendrils, swirling around their feet and obscuring their surroundings from view entirely.

"Where are we?" Dean complained, his voice gruff in the stillness.

Sam didn't answer, instead fishing his phone out of his front jeans pocket. His fingers flew across the buttons but all he received was a dial-tone in response.

A sigh escaped his mouth as he stuffed it back into his pocket exasperatedly, "No service,"

"Well, that's just great!" Dean spat sarcastically before spreading his arms wide, only to let them fall to his sides, "So, what are we supposed to do now?"

"Find the town, I guess. Somewhere we can call Bobby." Sam shrugged.

Dean wasn't happy with the response but said nothing, trudging along after his brother as they made their way down the dirt road leading seemingly nowhere. It was a long walk of silence for the next several minutes, agitation and stress radiating from both Winchesters.

"Hey, look up there! I think I see something." Sam said after a moment, pointing up ahead at a building just now becoming visible through the thick haze of fog.

As they neared it though, what had appeared to be a small house now became clearer. It was more like a castle - the building was made entirely out of gray stone, the bricks weathered and beaten but sturdy. Dean made a 'hm' noise of surprise as they neared it. At first, Sam assumed it was because of the towering structure that had left himself in awe but with one glance towards the doorway, he knew that not to be true. Standing in the only trickle of light that was peeking through the clouds up above was a willowy, brunette figure. Her skin was the color of porcelain - smooth and creamy - and her eyes were a dark brown, like melted chocolate. As they approached her, she sent them a polite smile and Dean smirked back at her in response.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's flirtatious demeanor and smiled over at the girl, "Hi, I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean. Our car broke down and we seem to be lost. Can we use your phone?"

The smile that was plastered to the young girl's face melted away and she frowned, eyebrows knitting together in clear confusion.

"I... My apologies but I have no idea what you're talking about," she told them both, her British accent clear in her voice as she spoke, "Car? Perhaps you mean carriage? If your carriage broke down, I'm sure I can find someone to help you repair it,"

She smiled again then but her words only left Dean and Sam even more confused than before.

With a hand she beckoned them inside, "Please, do come in!"

"Wait, I-I don't think we caught your name, beautiful," Dean flirted as they stepped into the large living area.

She turned around then, her face flushed a light scarlet at his words but propriety covering it flawlessly, "Catherine. Mrs. Catherine Linton."

The smile fell from Dean's face, turning into a scowl of disappointment at her being evidently married. Sam, on the other hand, was left stupefied in a state of utter shock. As Catherine disappeared down the long corridor after leaving Sam and Dean to find a seat on the sofa along with their cups of tea provided by her servant, Nelly, silence hung in the air between them. Dean's green-eyed gaze flicked around the room, taking in the old furnishings and paintings lining the walls. It seemed very odd to him that none of it seemed remotely modern. But it wasn't until his eyes met those of his brother's that he knew something was truly wrong.

"What is it? What's wrong?" he asked immediately, a somber expression overtaking his features.

Sam swallowed the thick lump that had formed in throat before uttering the words he could barely bring himself to believe but knew to be true, "Wuthering Heights,"

Dean's eyebrows knit together in confusion, "Come again?"

"We're...we're in Wuthering Heights, Dean. My book. The one I had beside my laptop? I...I don't know how but we're in the book," he told him seriously, bracing himself for the reaction he knew was to come.

"What? What are you talking about, Sammy? " he frowned, voice deathly calm.

"When I was trying to exorcise the demon, I lost dad's journal-"

"-you what?!"

"-but I thought I found it again just as the demon came at me so I started reading from it and...it...must have been the wrong book. I think I...may have gotten us trapped in Wuthering Heights,"

And sure enough, there it was - the words burst free from Dean's mouth like a bomb going off.

"You what?! You-you're telling me that you got us trapped in a chick book?!" he roared, his hand accidentally hitting the porcelain tea cup with a resounding clank.

The cup itself skidded off the mahogany table then and before either Winchester could catch it, it crashed to the floor, shattering instantly. Shards of glass flew everywhere, tiny pieces slung to the farthest recesses of the room. Sam sighed, shooting Dean a pointed look just as Nelly came racing into the room. Her eyes surveyed the situation instantly and she shook her head before giving them the bad news.

Apparently, Catherine's husband, Edgar, couldn't get the "carriage" fixed and well, being trapped in 1783 didn't really allow use of the cell-phone or any kind of phone, for that matter. Let's just it was a very long next four months. Months in which Sam and Dean both spent pouring over old books they'd found tucked away in the grand Linton library. Not long later, a new face showed up at the Linton manor - Heathcliff, Catherine's adopted brother. To say he was not only surprised but angered to find out about Catherine's newfound condition would be a massive understatement, one that neither Sam nor Dean felt the need to comment on whilst he was around.

But her growing stomach was something no one could really ignore anymore as just then, she elegantly waddled into the library. Sam was sitting on the couch, dusty, old books scattered all around the taller Winchester while Dean sat across from him at the desk, scribbling away on a piece of parchment with an old quill pen. She cleared her throat then, alerting the boys of her presence.

"I have not heard from either of you in quite some time and I was curious to know if you needed anything? Tea, perhaps?" she asked politely, British accent coating her words like honey drizzled on a biscuit.

Dean just shrugged in response, not bothering to glance up from his papers, "No, not unless you can figure out how to smoke out a demon and get us out of here with no cell-phones, cars, or angel power,"

Catherine looked perplexed and was about to say something when Sam cut her off, not unkindly.

"What he means is no, thank you. We're all good here, Mrs. Linton," Sam said politely, briefly shooting Dean a warning glance to which he ignored.

Catherine strode across the room then, her long skirts brushing against the stone floor. With an outstretched hand, her fingertips ran along the length of the bookshelf situated behind Dean.

"So...have you found what you were searching for?" she asked them, her voice calm but holding an underlying hint of an emotion neither brother could put their finger on.

Sam cleared his throat, strands of brown hair falling in his face as he shifted on the couch, "Uh, yes. Well...maybe,"

It was no secret in the household that while Dean and Sam were staying with them, they had been doing research. But when asked what exactly they were looking for, the boys instead concocted a story about them being educators at a local school nearby and needed more books for the children. It was the cheesiest idea either of them had come up with but somehow, the Lintons along with Heathclif and Nelly bought it.

"At least, we've learned things we didn't know before from your collection," Sam told her courteously.

Dean glanced up from his paper then, eyeing Catherine curiously if not a bit suspiciously. His green eyes took in her appearance - dark, chestnut-colored curls pinned up in a bun at the back of her head, loose strands unfurling around the creamy-white skin of her neck, long, light blue dress with the sleeves short and puffy, her swollen stomach quite pronounced in the silky material that clung to her body like Saran wrap. She was beautiful. But there was something about her that to Dean, was a bit off. And not because she had rejected him after he found out she was not only married but pregnant as well, much to the teasing of his little brother. No, this was different.

"Christo," Dean said suddenly, eyes trained on Catherine's elegant figure.

Sam cut him off abruptly with a sharp shake of his head but it wasn't until Dean tensed visibly in his seat that he took notice of Catherine once more. Something shocking happened then from that one little word uttered from Dean's lips. Suddenly, Catherine was no longer the sweet, innocent English girl from the Moors. No, her warm chocolate-brown orbs were now inky-black, the darkness overtaking the whites of her eyes completely. Her body shook violently for a split second, unable to control the change that had come over before her friendly demeanor returned, that same charming smile plastered to her face once again. Dean and Sam exchanged looks but said nothing as Catherine nodded to them once before walking back down the hallway.

Well, this was a situation. It all made sense now - where the demon that they had tried to smoke out went, how Catherine had ended up with Edgar after her tragic love affair with Heathcliff (oh, yes, they were clued in on all the dirt in this household. But Nelly was a gossip, to be fair). But...how were they supposed to exorcise a demon without their father's journal? Luckily though, the brothers were able to acquire what they needed. That however took around three months to collect and soon, the arrival of the new addition to the household was upon them.

"Now or never, Sammy," Dean told his younger brother as he carried the book with the exorcism they had found tucked inside.

But it wasn't one they had retrieved from the household library. No, this one was given to them by a priest, a man who knew things, saw things. If it wasn't for him, they may never have been able to find a way back home, back to their time. Sam trudged along behind Dean at a steady pace as they made their way to the living room where the rest of the family were gathered, awaiting the delivery of the newborn babe. Catherine's agonizing cries could be heard all throughout the house, her voice echoing off the walls. Dean suppressed the urge to cover his ears at the ear-piercing noise and weaved his way up the winding staircase that led to the upper floor of the house before being abruptly stopped by Nelly at the door to Catherine's bedroom, a firm hand on his chest.

"We need to see Catherine," he demanded, his stern tone leaving no room for argument.

But Nelly had never been a pushover, not even for a handsome a man as Dean Winchester.

She arched an eyebrow defiantly, crossing her arms over her chest before shaking her head, "There shall be no men admitted into Mrs. Linton's chambers. This is woman's work, leave it to us,"

Dean rolled his green eyes heavenward before being lightly shoved out of the way by Sam. He towered over the small, British woman. Some would have been intimidated but Nelly didn't budge an inch.

"Please, Nelly, it's important. We-" he began but she cut him off abruptly.

"I said no, Samuel," she interrupted swiftly before her tone softened at his crestfallen facial expression, "I'm sorry, love, but she can't be disturbed. I left the window open so she can get some air though. She'll be alright. And so will the wee babe but you need to go back down and join the others."

Reluctantly, both brothers nodded and made their way down the hall just as Nelly shut the door back, Sam carrying the large bottle of Holy Water as he trailed behind Dean.

"Well, this is just great," Dean spat sarcastically, shaking his head as they leaned their backs against the wall, "What are we gonna do now? The demon is still using her meat-suit and we're 0 to 1,"

Sam sighed then, running a hand over his face in frustration before finally, an idea came to him.

"Dean!" he said, slapping his disgruntled brother on the arm, "Catherine's bedroom window is open!"

Realization dawned in his brother's eyes and together, they scrambled past the confused faces of Edgar, Isabella, and Hindley and out the door. Then, Dean began to clamber up the side of the house using the vines entangled in the crevices of the bricks before he helped his brother do the same. But by the time they had manged to crawl inside, there was only the sound of a baby's cry that filled the air. An otherwise melodious sound...if it hadn't been accompanied by the sound of weeping coming from down below. Somewhere out in the courtyard could be heard the anguished, bitter sobs of Heathcliff. It was then that both Sam and Dean knew it was over: Catherine was gone.

As they climbed back down, booted feet hitting the paved ground with a thud, Dean could tell something was wrong. He'd known his brother all his life, practically raised him and he knew that expression: Sam felt guilty. No, but more than that, he felt responsible. Just like he had when Jess died. So it was no surprise when an hour later, he found him talking to Heathcliff as they sat on a bench outside. The man was distraught, to say the least.

His eyes were red and puffy, long, dark hair hung in tangled strands around his face and there was this sadness, this depression that hung over him like a heavy rain cloud. Dean walked up quietly though, careful not to disturb them as he stood behind a tree.

"Look, Heathcliff...about Catherine, I'm sorry-" Sam began to say, breaking the silence that had stretched between the two strangers.

"No! Do not talk to me about being 'sorry'!" Heathcliff spat abruptly, turning his dark, hard eyes on Sam, anger swirling in their depths, "You do not get to be sorry, Winchester. You didn't know her like...I did,"

He put on a brave front, holding back his tears but his voice broke on the last words and even Dean felt a twinge of compassion for the man who had just lost the love of his life. And for what? All because of the demon that the boys had brought with them.

"I know, I...I know that, I do. And I'm sorry for your loss. I really am. She was a good person, I know you loved her," Sam told him softly in an attempt to comfort the bereaved man.

But Heathcliff, no matter how broken, bruised and shattered his heart felt in that moment, his emotions a tangled mess writhing inside of him, he still held the same stubbornness, the same reckless temperament. So instead of taking Sam's kind words in the way they were meant, he lashed out.

"You do not know anything about love! Or Catherine! Never speak of her again!" he roared as he stood up from the bench, taking a step closer to Sam, presumably to shove him in the chest when he thought better of it and stormed off, his long black cloak trailing behind him in the wind off the Moors.

A sudden sigh came from behind one of the trees near him as Heathcliff strode away and instantly, Sam knew who it was. Sure enough, the green-eyed Winchester stepped out of his hiding place to stand in front of him.

"We don't have time for this, Sam. I told you!" Dean admonished, shaking his head in exasperation.

"This is our fault, Dean! If it wasn't for us, the demon wouldn't have come here and it wouldn't have killed Catherine!" Sam shot back angrily, standing up to face his brother.

"Yeah, and it's going to kill even more of them if we don't find a way to stop it. Do you really want more blood on your hands?" Dean asked him rhetorically before continuing, "'Cause I certainly don't. You're getting too attached to these characters, Sam. They're not real, okay? And we don't have time for any of your touchy-feely chick-flick moments right now."

With those last words, Dean stalked off back to the house, leaving an angry Sam behind outside. As it turns out, the demon had hopped into Nelly after Catherine had died. And that was how Dean found himself straddling an old lady on the floor, pinning her arms down with one hand while he doused her with Holy Water with the other, all the while with her squirmed to get free. Sam began to chant in Latin above him, the words falling from his lips like it was his mother tongue.

"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica. Ergo, omnis legio diabolica, adiuramus te... cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque æternæ perditionìs venenum propinare..." Sam began as Dean struggled to hold her down, her black eyes flitting all over the room in hopes of finding a way to get free.

But Dean was too strong for her, not lessening his grip on her as Sam continued, "Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciæ, hostis humanæ salutis... Humiliare sub potenti manu Dei; contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine... quem inferi tremunt... Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, Domine. Ut Ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, audi nos!"

Sam slammed the dusty, leather-bound book shut with a loud clap as suddenly, the old woman began to cough and convulse on the floor. Letting go of her, Dean stood up as they watched a long trail of smoke leave Nelly's mouth, swirling up into the air before finally, disappearing completely from this world. Sam let out a sigh of relief as Dean released a breathy chuckle. But by the next day, the relief of ganking the demon had left both boys, leaving them both with a feeling of foreboding as the realization hit them like a ton of bricks: they had no way of getting home. And all of their praying to Cas had fallen on deaf ears, leading them to believe that angel radio didn't work in alternate dimension - just like it hadn't when they'd entered that strange world where their names were Jensen and Jared.

"Sam, come on! We're gonna be late!" Dean shouted from outside of the had newly-acquired from Edgar Linton.

He had been gracious enough to give it to them after they had realized there was no way of getting back to their time. Grumbling to himself at his big brother's bossiness, Sam stepped outside, the cool autumn wind biting at the thin jacket he wore. But he shrugged off the feeling as his hazel-brown eyes landed on the sight of Dean staring at the black carriage before him. A sigh escaped Sam's mouth and he shook his head. Dean had acted like being stuck here didn't bother him. But the thought of not ever getting to see Baby again? Sam could tell it broke him up inside.

A few minutes later and both brothers were off to a ball they had been invited to by the Lintons. The carriage hit a pot-hole then and Dean groaned, leaning back in his seat with a shake of his head. He was about to make a snarky remark then when the sudden flutter of wings startled both brothers. Sitting across from Sam and on the other side of Dean was Cas, his usual tan trench coat wrapped around him as always.

"Hello, Sam, Dean," he nodded to them, ice-blue eyes flicking between the brothers briefly before settling on Sam, "You two have been hard to track down. I tried using angel radio but I still couldn't sense your presence,"

Sam and Dean both let out relieved, astonished chuckles as Cas continued on.

"But that doesn't matter now. Are you ready to go home?" he asked them.

Without waiting for a reply though, Cas's hands clamped onto both boys' shoulders and in the blink of an eye, they were back in their own time. The Winchesters blinked rapidly as their eyes adjusted to the familiar surroundings of the Bunker. Wordlessly, Dean dashed up the stairs and threw open the metal front door.

He could be heard loudly whooping from the outside after that, "I'm back, Baby! Did you miss me?!"

Sam let out a laugh at his brother's antics and clapped Cas on the shoulder once in thanks.

"So what happened to you two out there?" the Angel of the Lord asked him, confusion dawning on his face.

Sam only shook his head at the angel, feeling as if a weight had lifted off his shoulders at being back home again. And hoping that he'd never make the same mistake twice.

"Just don't ever read any chick books when you go on a hunt."