Disclaimer:I do not own the Winchester brothers, or Castiel or any of the SPN characters. That honor is Eric Kripke. I just love toying with his creation and giving it some love. The most I own is Ted and his crazy sick minions.

Notes:Technically, this was written around October. Also, I did a fanart for this. An illustration that could be the cover page for this; the link can be found on my profile.

Warning: This story has torture and violence in it. The only reason for the rating as it is.

Summary:A tag to 5x4: The End. Just have gotten back from angel express via Zachariah, Dean finds that his future trips are not over for the time being. Castiel shows Dean what Zachariah conveniently left out on his first trip. Why did Sam say yes to Lucifer?

Part I

Dean blinked then looked around carefully. A small relieved sigh parted from his lips. "Nice timing, Cass", he said.

The angel gave him a small smile before replying, "We had an appointment."

Dean had never been so relieved to see this stick in the mud. He shuddered remembering the future "hopped-on drugs" Cas. He stepped forward placing a hand on the angel's shoulder. Dean caught Castiel's eye raising a hand, making sure he was paying attention. "Don't ever change", he stated.

Castiel smile widen a fraction, "How did Zachariah find you?" he asked as he watch Dean pulled out his phone, who answered, "I'm not sure. Let's just stay away from Jehovah's witness from now on, okay?"

"What are you doing", Castiel asked.

"Something I should have done in the first place", Dean answered.

"Dean, wait", Castiel ordered making Dean pause in his dialing and eyed the angel. "What?" If Dean didn't know any better he would think that Castiel looked…..slightly pained?

"We must speak before you call your brother."

Dean was wary now. He trusted Castiel, sure, but he knew something was up. "What is it?" he asked slowly, cautiously.

"There is something you must see. Something Zachariah neglected to show you", Castiel answered as he brought his finger to Dean's forehead.

Dean blinked before he realized he had been a victim of angel express once again and without his permission. Seriously, this was getting old and it was time to nip this problem in the bud. He placed his phone in his pocket before turning to Castiel, twitching ever so slightly. Castiel tilted his head to the side a mere inch blinking at Dean.

"Dude, I will say this one time and one time only. Honk before you port, man!!" cried. Castiel blinked obviously not seeing the problem. Dean sighed and amended his statement in clearer terms. "Cas, before you beam me anywhere unless it's life or death , ask me so I can get myself ready." Castiel nodded once, finally understanding the dilemma.

Dean rolled his eyes before turning to look at his surroundings. He could tell he was in a motel room, but that was about it. Before he could ask Castiel spoke, "We are roughly a year into the future." "But, I just took a future trip", Dean complained. He was getting tired of these trips, past, present or future.

Castiel glanced at Dean before turning and looking at the front door that was beginning to open. "You need to see this. We will be merely spectators for this event. Please remember that."

Sam Winchester stumbled in ragged, looking as he had just been in a fight. "Castiel, what the heck is going on?" Dean demanded surveying his younger brother. There was no answer from the fallen angel. Sam managed to pull off his coat and throw it in the corner before flopping down on the bed. He sighed softly closing his eyes.

"You are going to say yes, Sam", came a soft patient voice.

Dean looked around. "It's all in Sam's head", Castiel explained. Dean spared him a glance.

"No, never. I will never say yes", Sam spoke out loud, his voice full of conviction.

The voice laughed softly. "Give it time, Sam. Give it time."

"I thought you were pressed for time", Sam asked.

"I am, but I believe the saying goes, 'All in good time'".

At this Sam snorted before pulling himself up off the bed to the sink. A knock on the door, had Sam raising his head alerted. He was already walking to the door, pausing to pick up a gun on the way. Holding the barrel to the door, he squinted to look through the eye hole. Swallowing he backed up quietly. Dean watched as Sam flinched at the hard knock that came a second time.

"Sammy boy, I know you are in there", a rough voice called out, "You aren't chicken enough to run away like this, are you? You let us get in a few good punches without defending yourself and then you skitter away". A tongue clicked twice, "Open up Sam, otherwise we'll start blowing up this joint piece by piece until you do. And you know we will. You don't want to be responsible for that you already are, do you?"

Dean saw Sam pale. "What is he talking about", he hissed to Cas.

"Your brother got into a fight with some other hunters. He could have easily defeated them but he did not", Castiel answered.

"What?! Why?"

"Hunters, demons and Lucifer alike are all gunning for your bother, I believe is the termed often used."

Sam slowly walked to the door and opened it. "Don't hurt these people. They did nothing to deserve it."

"Come with us and we won't have to worry about that, now will we?" the shaggy haired hunter ordered. He was clearly the ringleader, as the two lanky guys behind him grinned.

Sam thought about it a split moment before nodding, grim faced. "Alright, I'll come. Just don't hurt anyone on my account."

"Good, let's go."

Castiel held up his finger. "Are you ready Dean?" he asked. Dean nodded, bracing himself, gratefully that Cas was actually listened to his request.

TBC....

A.N. This chapter was just setting the tone, however the next serveral chapters the warning will kick in.