Thank you all for the reviews! I hope you enjoy this new travel chapter with 13x01 "Lost and Found" Sam. For context, when Sam appears it's after Jack threw him and Dean across the room.

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After the rip in space-time closed, Sam simply stood and looked at it. He didn't look to his brothers, one dead on the ground and the other kneeling over the body. His emotions and his brain fought each other, the former wanting to break down and mourn, the latter trying to focus on dimensional travel. He didn't particularly want to deal with his emotions at the moment, so his brain took over.

The fact Lucifer's son had managed such a thing… the power was greater than the archangels. Assuming he didn't have control of that power, their only hope to get their mom back would be finding whoever sent Sam across dimensions time and time again. Nodding to himself, Sam finally moved. To find the one responsible, they first had to deal with things here. That could take awhile, so it was best they moved quickly.

The Winchesters were on a hunt when it happened. Sam, who had finally hit his growth spurt at the age of nineteen, much to his own delight and Dean's dismay, carried the bag with all the supplies for ridding the woods of a serial killer's spirit. John and Dean guarded him on either side with guns, filled with rock salt bullets, held at the ready. No matter how ready they were, though, nothing could stop them from jumping when a large body flew past them to slam into a tree, upon which it fell to the ground with a groan. Within seconds, Sam reached the body of, he suspected, the latest victim of the spirit, while John and Dean fell back to cover them. "Are you o -?" Sam gaped in surprise at the body before him as it sat up. "Sam?"

"Sam?" Sam echoed back, blinking up at his younger alternate self, who was much older than in all the visits before. Looking around, he saw that wasn't the only thing that had changed. "Where are we?"

"Where are we?" Dean laughed, abandoning his post to grasp his older younger brother by the upper arms and heave him upright. "Where have you been? It's been five years, we thought you were dead!"

"Five years?" Sam repeated, bewildered. "But it's been less than a year since my last trip!"

John, stuck as guard considering the dangerous territory they were in, tossed over his shoulder, "If the rules of your visits have changed, then it means the one controlling them has changed their game."

"Maybe…" Sam murmured, obviously deep in thought. "I confronted Chuck - God - about all of this two years ago, and He claims to have nothing to do with all of this, but also that He knows who is responsible. Though He refuses to tell me."

"Your point?" John asked.

"If God is the only one with the power to do this alone, then it must be a group's combined power, right? And it's always harder to change the mind of a group. I don't think whoever's responsible changed the game so much as gave you a break from it. It's like Monopoly, so long that you have to put it down eventually, but you can always go back to it."

"If that's true," Dean grumbled, "then why did he have to pick it up again in the middle of a hunt?"

Sam shrugged. "I don't know everything. I don't even remember this hunt."

"You never went on it," the younger Sam pointed out. "It's been five years, remember? You were at college by now, but I chose to stay with the family business."

Alternate Sam's eyes widened, and he breathed, "You're changing things? Successfully changing things?"

"Adam and his mom are protected," Dean confirmed, "and we've killed Lilith. Sammy never met Jess, so she won't die. We got the Colt early. We haven't killed the Yellow-Eyed Demon yet, though, 'cause you never gave us his name."

"Azazel," Sam muttered instinctively, staring at his alternate family distractedly. "I can't believe… the number of times Dean and I tried to change things… I mean, I thought you might be able to, but I don't think I ever really believed it was possible. This is incredible."

"How's your dimension doing?" John asked. "Everyone doing ok?"

Sam blinked and nodded, biting back the emotion that threatened to overwhelm him. A day before, it wouldn't have been a lie, but now… everything was not ok. Cas and Jack's mother both died and his own mother was trapped in an alternate dimension with Lucifer, but he wouldn't tell them that. Jack would never even be born in their dimension, not if they changed everything correctly. There was no point in them worrying.

Looking at them, he saw he had fooled his alternate self. Dean and his alternate father, on the other hand, eyed him suspiciously but said nothing. They had learned, Sam thought thankfully, not to push when he lied calmly. And then they disappeared from view, replaced by an older Dean and an empty room. He could only pray his alternate family figured out the future by themselves. With everything they had changed, even he couldn't give them all the answers.

I've been extremely busy lately, and unfortunately might not have a chapter ready to post next week. I will do my best, but if it doesn't happen the regular update schedule will pick up in two weeks.

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