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"Move out of the way, Al!" Alex yelled, gun in hand.
Instantly, his brother shot him an annoyed look. "I would if I could, you jerk! Did it occur to you that I'm not in this death grip by choice?" Al forced out, struggling in the overweight witch's grasp.
"You can't stop me! I will undo the wrongs of the past and our master, Lucifer, shall be free!" the old witch declared, cackling evilly. The obese woman pinned Al down with her flabby arms, causing him to flail underneath her humongous body. The older twin viewed the scene with burgeoning nausea. Ew.
Suddenly, in an outburst of strength, the blond teen flipped them over. "Now, Alex!" Al screamed, scrambling off the insane woman.
The older twin quickly fired a shot, the bullet piercing through the hideous witch's skull. Her blood spattered on Al's clothes, soaking them red. The blue eyed youth frowned, but did not appear disgusted. His brother whistled.
"Man, that is going to be a bitch to clean up later!" Alex remarked. A stray piece of paper smacked into the red haired teenager's face, reminding them of the ritual still in progress. Strong wind stirred up objects in the witch's house, and the floorboards began to shake. The seventeen year old boys rushed to the mahogany dining table, where a sigil had been carved into the wood. The seal had been doused in blood, and weird items, including human bones and ancient herbs, had been placed in the centre.
"How the hell are we gonna stop this?" Alex asked over the deafening sound of the swirling winds. A loud bang signified the falling of a bookshelf.
"I have no idea! We could smash the table maybe?" Al offered, ducking to avoid a flying vase. Alex nodded and in one kick, divided the wooden piece of furniture into half. Immediately, a black hole began forming in front of them. It got bigger and bigger, sucking in anything in sight.
"Shit! Okay, bad move! Bad move!" Alex swore loudly, backing a few steps. "I think we should call Father!" The vortex was already the size of an entire wall. The twins could feel it tugging them towards it.
"Okay- Uh whoa!" Al cried as he was dragged into the opening. "Alex!"
"Hang on!" the older twin demanded, catching a hold of his younger brother's arm. Alex started to pull Al back, but staggered forward when the intensity of the pulling force increased. "Damn it, Al!" The blue eyed teenager cursed when he felt his brother slipping away.
"No!" The twins shouted in unison as they fell into the gap.
Boy, were they in for one hell of an adventure.
Somewhere in between getting tossed around in the black hole, both of them were knocked unconscious. It was several hours before Al woke up in an unknown place.
"Hey, boy, you alright?" Someone was slapping his face. Al moaned, swatting the hand away.
"Go away, Alex! I am not a morning person like you and Dad!" Al mumbled, shifting to bury himself in his pillow. "Ouch!" the blond teen exclaimed when his face rubbed against a rough surface. "What the heck?" Al shot up and found himself staring at asphalt. He turned to look at the middle aged man who woke him up. "W-Where am I?" the adolescent inquired, slightly dazed. He glanced around, and saw his brother lying a few feet away. He let out a sigh of relief.
The brown haired man laughed. "Must be some hangover, huh? Are you and your brother even legal yet? We're right outside the bar, in the parking lot," the man clarified, helping Al to his feet.
"Uh thanks. And what state is this exactly?" Al asked, clutching his pounding head. The tall man gave him an incredulous look.
"How much did you drink last night, kid? You're in Utah," the grey eyed man said.
"Oh. Yeah, I think we emptied the pub!" Al said nervously, playing along. "I appreciate the help, but I think I can handle it from here." His head was spinning from the information. They were in Utah? But they were just in Kansas!
"If you're sure. Head home, okay? Your parents must be worried. It's one in the morning," the man stated in a rather stern tone. Al briefly wondered if the older man was a father.
"Yes. Of course sir," Al agreed politely, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. The man grinned, shaking his head in amusement as he walked away. As soon as the man's figure disappeared, Al dashed to his brother's side. "Hey, Alex. Alex! Wake up!" No response. "Dad's teaching us how to fix the Impala!" The red haired youth's eyes shot open wide.
"Uh what?" Alex asked incoherently.
"Alex! We're in Utah!" Al announced, freaking out. He forcefully hauled Alex to his feet.
"Huh, how?" The older twin blinked, rubbing his eyes. "Oh that," Alex mumbled, recalling the swirling vortex. "Chill, Al. We'll just fly home. It's no big deal." Al looked alarmed.
"But father said-"
"No flying unless you're under Uncle Gabriel, Uncle Balthazar or my supervision," Alex mocked in a low, gravel voice. Al shuddered. It was eerily similar to their Father's. "Sheesh, what are we five? Neither of us has fallen mid-flight in years!" Alex argued.
"But-"
"Quit it, Al! Seriously, do you feel like spending the night in some sleazy motel?" Alex snapped, irritated. He was staring pointedly at the dingy motel nearby.
"Alex-"
The older teen silenced him with a glare. "I dare you to say-"
"Alex! Listen to me!" Al interjected impatiently. "Look, it's the Impala!" The blond youth gestured behind him. Alex scoffed.
"If you think I'm falling for that again..." Alex said, following his brother's glaze. "What the fuck?" Alex vociferated, causing Al to look disapprovingly at him. It really was Dad's car. The red haired teen would recognize it anywhere.
They watched as two familiar men stepped outside the Impala they just parked.
"Is that Dad and Uncle Sammy?" Alex spluttered. It couldn't be. Uncle Sammy lived in heaven with Aunt Jess. He turned to see the growing horror on Al's face.
"I-I think I know what's going on," Al said in a small voice. Neither of them could tear their eyes away from their Dad and Uncle. They looked so young, but there were shadows in their eyes that the twins had never seen before. "I think we're in the past."
His older twin was silent for a moment before realisation dawned on him. Alex ducked under a glossy, black mustang, hands covering his head. Al quickly followed his lead.
"Good idea! We shouldn't let them see us. Who knows what we could do to alter the space-time continuum?" Al said, slightly impressed. Alex looked at him, confused.
"What the hell are you talking about?" The blue eyed youth asked. He peeked over the hood, and jumped when he saw his Dad and Uncle staring in their direction. Alex turned to his twin, hyperventilating. "Shit! You think Dad would remember if he sees me with red hair? If he tells Father I dyed it, I'll be grounded for months!"
Al promptly smacked his own face.
Cassie: Well, before you say anything, I do know this is overdone. I just couldn't resist. I apologise for any inconsistencies.
