Chapter 1: Jumping Fences

AN: Hey guys, I'm finally back with an all new story! It's basically just what would happen in 5x04 "The End" if Sam had been the one sent to the future instead of Dean. I hope you enjoy!

-GNS-

Sam glanced down at the phone clutched in his shaking fist, before throwing it onto the floor the car. He returned his spare hand to the steering wheel, white knuckled grip and all. Headlights flashed past him, momentarily blinding him.

"Bye Sam."

Dean's words echoed back to him as a constant reminder of how much he had failed. He started the friggen apocalypse and now Lucifer was supposed to wear him to the prom. Dean was pissed. Told him to pick a hemisphere with the tone that meant there was no going back, and all Sam could think about was how this was all his fault. He was the monster here. He was the one who broke the world. Who would expect to be forgiven for something like that?

And yet Sam refused to believe that someday, he would say yes to that son of a bitch who wanted to end the world. It was gonna be someday soon too, if you wanted to believe what was coming out of the devil's mouth.

Sam tried to evade sleep that night. Partly to avoid the torment Lucifer was sure to bring as soon as Sam decided to close his eyes, and partly to avoid the much more human nightmares he's been having ever since Dean had come back from Hell. He failed spectacularly, however, pulling over his trash car in some abandoned truck stop for a few moments of rest.

When he woke up, things were different.

This became much clearer, however when he stepped out of the car for a closer look. It didn't last long. For one, the truck stop that had been merely run down and abandoned, was reduced to rubble. Broken glass littered the parking lot and not a soul passed by on the once busy highway. One thing did stick out, though. And that was the bright red "croatoan" painted on one of the walls that was still standing.

"Shit," hissed Sam under his breath.

Quickly, he hopped back into the car, and shut the door with as click. He leaned over and began rummaging around in the mess that was covering the coffee stained floor, in search for the cell phone he abandoned there the night before. "C'mon, c'mon…" Sam mumbled, as he flipped it open and began looking for a signal. There wasn't one. He turned the key, put the car into drive, and hit the gas.

An hour out of Sioux Falls, and the Devil showed up in the passenger seat. He lounged back with his feet up on the dash board. The car swerved when Sam jumped. "What are you doing here?" Sam growled, keeping his eyes straight ahead as he tried to focus on the sunset in the distance and not the monster next to him.

"Hello to you too, Sam." Lucifer deadpanned, "you know, I always feel so welcomed when I show up for our little talks."

"Where am I, or when? None of this is…" Sam started, gritting his teeth.

"About… five years north of o-nine, I would say." The devil sighed. "I just wanted you to see something. The inevitable outcome of you saying the almighty 'yes', for starters."

"I will never say yes to you," Sam growled, turning to glare at the fallen angel in the seat next to him. Defiance shone in his eyes.

"But Sam," He purred, "you already have."

When Sam blinked, he wasn't at Bobby's house, or anywhere near it either. In fact, Sam had no clue where he was. What he did know, however, was that he was on the side of the road, backed up against a giant, wire fence. When he heard voices in the distance, coupled with much nearer footsteps, Sam ducked for cover in the darkness.

When the noise dissipated, Sam slowly came out of hiding. Through the fence he could see an all too familiar car, now in pieces like much of the rest of this broken world. The only thought that went through Sam's head however, was that Dean must be nearby. Well, he hoped he was, but considering the Impala's condition, it was much more likely that Dean was dead.

Jumping the fence wasn't the hard part, he'd jumped enough fences in his lifetime to be able to do it quickly and smoothly. What would be the hard part, however, was not being heard, or seen, with people definitely close by. Because if the devil was telling the truth, in this world, Sam wasn't Sam, anymore.

He waited for a few seconds to judge if the coast was clear, and when everything seemed kosher, he pulled himself up and over. Sam landed on the other side with a dull thud. Slowly, he approached the Impala, running a hand over its hood before leaning down to check out the interior.

Behind Sam was a huff of breath, and then the click of a pistol being cocked.

"It ain't the Colt," came a voice Sam would be able to pick out of a line up, "but it will sure give you one hell of a headache." Sam wasn't sure if he'd ever been happier to have gun on him in all of his life, because that meant his brother was alive, that he was okay.

"Dean," Sam choacked out, slowly raising up his hands, his back still facing his brother. "It's m-"

"Don't you dare say my name like you're him. You have no right," Dean cut in.

That was the last thing Sam heard, before it all went black.