Saving Grace: Saving Face

The opaque white-hot thick beam of light streamed violently up from the floor.

He's coming.

Surely enough. He was coming. The Lord of Darkness, Satan, the Devil, Lucifer himself was surely dancing happily out of hell to come and overtake the Earth just as Sam spoke those all-too-accurate words.

Sam and Dean Winchester were oblivious to anything else but the faster approaching approach of All-That-Is-Unholy. So they didn't notice when Castiel (the ever-so-slightly unangelic angel who'd saved Dean "from perdition" and sneakily snuck away from the fuming Zacariah) plopped them both five minutes back in time to see five-minutes-younger-Sam making his "kill-Lilith-and-break-the-final-seal-unleashing-The-Master-of-Darkness-himself" move.

In a flash, Sam looked to Dean momentarily perplexed and was not at all surprised to see Dean reciprocating the look exactly. Then they understood.

Sam nodded ever-so-slightly and grabbed his past self spinning him on his heels and shouting "Killing Lilith is the Final Seal. Don't do it!" Dean rushed to the door behind them letting himself in.

Past-Dean, only slightly startled by his other self and second Sam, said, "Um, yea, what he said!"

Past Sam stood for a pensive moment and then said, "Ok." Ruby screamed like an obstinate child who didn't get her cookie and was abrubtly shut-up by Dean's knife finding a new home in her ribcage.

Only slightly older Sam and Dean vanished in a puff of wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff and the Apocalypse was stopped. Hooray.

Wouldn't that have been nice.

Author's Note: This is my first ever fan-fiction and I'm not exactly sure how to navigate things properly but I have been distressed about the whole apocalypse deal and I wanted to come up with another option—a way out. So there you go.

Disclaimer: Because I guess I have to. I did not create the characters in this "story." Eric Kripke did. The clever bastard.