Project Reaper

33. Wait...Wait This Can Work?

Spent like two hours tooling around in a forest with my friend.

It was nice.

Well...this was awkward.

Sam, Dean and Jack had gone to a storage facility in San Francisco, trying to find one lore book in particular when they heard shouts. Sam and Dean signaled for Jack to stay put while they investigated.

Jack cooperated.

Sam and Dean walked to investigate, hands on their guns.

"Hope? Hank? Mrs. Pym?" A confused man yelled.

The confusion was soon shared as the brothers found a guy in a full body red suit complete with a silver helmet sprawled inside of a storage unit labeled 'Lang.'

"You need some help there, bud?" Dean called, suspicious.

The man twisted to look at them. "Uh, yeah. You wouldn't happen to have seen a dark haired lady and an older couple around, would you?"

"Can't say I have."

He sighed. "Right. I'm Scott, by the way."
"How'd you get in there?" Sam asked cautiously.

"Uh...I was in the quantum realm trying to get some particles and now I'm here..."

Sam and Dean exchanged a look.

"I don't think I can get out of here. Can you guys-"
"On it," Dean said, kneeling by the lock to pick it. "Sam, get Jack. Some friends might want to know about this guy."

Sam nodded and left.

"What day is it?" Scott asked.

"April 26. Why?"

Scott's face fell. "Wasn't it just May?"
"You feel ok, man?" The gate swung open.

"What year is it?"

"2019."

"What the hell happened?"

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"So, you're saying you disappeared for eleven months and went into...the quantum realm?" Sam asked, confused.

"It wasn't eleven months, though, more like...an hour."

Sam, Dean, and Jack exchanged a look.

"What's that look? I'm not sure I like that look."

"We have some contacts that might want to talk to you," Dean said simply, walking back to the car. "Get in."

"If it's about the time thing, I gotta bring the truck. It's the only thing I have that can-that can do the thing."

"So we caravan, then," Dean reasoned. "Sam can drive with you."

"What? No!"

"It's my car!"

"Dean," Sam said.

Dean motioned for rock paper scissors.

"Is this how they settle everything?" Scott asked Jack.

"Mostly. Other times they don't discuss and get mad at each other."

Dean surprisingly won.

Turns out if his car is on the line, he knows what to do.

"Well, that's settled," Sam remarked, walking to the passenger side of the van. "This will be a long trip."

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