This is set some where around 5x4 'The End' mostly cause I love stoner Cass. lol

This is the other one that has been nagging at me to be written. Have to do it or never sleep again. This is alittle short just a prologue to get it started. Feedback PLEASE.

Isa I am almost positive you are the one who set this in motion for me lol.

Enjoy

EP

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Everything Old Is New Again.

Prologue

5 years in the future

He was standing in the pouring spring rain, old and tattered jeans, beat up t-shirt a jacket worn too thin, much to his dismay he discovered the old beaten work boots he wore had also developed a leak. Soaked and cold he had no choice but to stand and wait he had a jog to do.

He was there to level the field, balance the scales again. It wasn't his idea, his ideas had gone by the wayside a long time ago along with his identity, pride, self respect, hell even his sobriety was in the toilet. This wasn't an order for a good soldier either, not that he took orders, not anymore. Still, even if he did, this didn't seem like a good deed, as a matter of fact he was pretty sure the whole Idea was pretty fucked up. But maybe he was the man for the job, this required a certain flair, ability, lack of self respect that he was all to familiar with these days, or had been. More than anything he was told, this was humanities last chance, the last hope.

It had gone on for years most of the people had rolled over and died taken by a virus, or an earthquake, perhaps a flood, or the fires, that no one could ever put out, or some other disaster. When it was done there was almost nothing and no one seemed to care. Even Lucifer didn't seem to want the place and he had started the whole damn mess. In the end there were just handfuls of people scattered across the world. Small pockets of humanity searching for some sort of normal life or better yet death.

Few as there were it was worth noting that humanity had somehow managed to hold out this long. As a whole, it was all but dead stil,l somehow, it's heart was beating, thin and threading, frayed, but, consistent. There were no angels left and no God to save them, no devil to kill them, or at least that is what he thought, what they all thought, until now.

Then one day it happened. Everything he thought was true, he thought was his new reality was proven wrong… he was given the opportunity to set it right again. All of it right again, or at least the chance to start over or so he was told. At first he thought he was hallucinating, fucking delusional maybe. Wouldn't surprise him a bit to just lose his mind.

Why him? Why after all of this time pick him? After all he was the worst of the worst the bottom of the barrel not worth saving nor killing.

Still they were persistent, it was him it rested on his shoulders, okay not exactly his shoulders but.. Yeah it was all on him. All he had to do was go back… go back and find her. Go back 3 years.

He was shaken into reality by a loud crash of thunder when the car he was waiting on unceremoniously came to a halt just a few feet away. He watched as the woman inside tried to restart the engine several times to no avail. This was his cue, he was there to meet her, talk to her. Seduce her.

XXX

Still 5 years in the future

"Fuck" Molly said just under her breath as she held the long plastic test strip up to the light just to be certain.

'Son of a bitch." it was positive. "Dammit Molly you're not a kid." she chastised herself. "Your father is a fucking doctor, ever hear of a condom you stupid bitch." she continued the litany of self degradation as she finished getting dressed. She looked into the mirror and fingered through her dark brown hair. "Good enough" she grumbled.

She could beat herself up herself all she wanted, it didn't change the fact she was pregnant, and the father.. well he was some guy she would never hear from again.

She tossed the test in the trash, she almost hated to throw it away, the damn things were worth their weight in gold, most things were these days. She slammed her apartment door shut and headed to the clinic across the street that her father ran. It was one of the last in the area and today would be busy… everyday was busy. People were sick, as a matter of fact just about everybody was sick. The world was spinning out of control that much had become obvious in the last 5 years and really there weren't many left at all.

Most towns were boarded up and everyone was beginning to live in small clusters. It made sense until some new virus hit the scene then… well, then it turned those small clusters into hot beds of infection that people tried to escape. A few did and it started all over again. This was the third city she and her father had lived in just this year alone and she couldn't count how many times they had packed up and moved in the last 5 years. Five years, since her mom died, since it all started, since it all went to hell… literally.

XXX

5 months later.

Their small convoy traveled the Midwestern back roads. It was easier not to be spotted this way. Funny as it was, those infected with the Croatoan virus weren't the biggest worry anymore, although they still posed a problem. It was the others, the small groups of people who pulled together, usually too sick or too injured to take care of themselves and some just too lazy of course. They had come to the habit of hijacking supply trucks as they passed close to their communities.

Every one was armed and everyone stuck together. They didn't stop for any reason. If they saw something suspicious they went back later in smaller groups, better prepared and well armed. No one left camp after dark with out good reason, it was mid November and the cold and dark came on quickly.

Castiel drove the truck behind Deans, it had been a long day and they had covered a few hundred miles seeking the supplies they needed. The camp held close to 70 people now and those people required a lot necessities. Which meant they covered a lot of miles, hit a lot of towns and it often resulted in a lot of disappointment as most things had already been pillaged and plundered, if not by them then by another encampment trying to get by.

From the corner of his eye Castiel spotted something out of the ordinary. He had lost his mojo ages ago but, his senses were still better than most, even inebriated, as he was most of the time. He flashed headlights to signal to Dean, then turned sharply off the course.

"What the hell Cass?" Chuck who was his passenger complained.

"Saw something." he grunted turning the wheel sharply again.

"So we come back later." his nervous passenger reminded.

"Later might be too late." the former angel told him as he sped up, stretching his neck trying to see any sign of the SUV he had noticed.

"Cass c'mon man… it's getting dark. Tell Dean, he will check it out."

Just then he saw it. A dark SUV on it's side swarming with about a dozen Croats.

"No No way Cass." Chuck shook his head "Who ever is or WAS in there is toast."

Castiel narrowed his eyes on the vehicle and the infected surrounding it. "It's closed up… tight, no one has gotten in or out."

"Okay well then they are dead anyway… look at the thing it must have rolled 4 or 5 times." Chuck pointed out.

"Gotta be sure." Castiel said with another grunt as he loaded the sawed off and stuffed his pockets with shells.

Chuck sighed at him wide eyes obviously terrified. He wasn't usually along for these trips and he definitely wasn't used to dealing with the infected.

"Just stay until I call you." Castiel told him getting out of the truck.

He blasted away taking care not to hit the SUV and hoping against hope he wouldn't attract anymore infected with the shotgun blasts. He was lucky, they dropped easily and he didn't attract a crowd.

He called Chuck to come help him as he worked his way into the SUV kicking through the windshield.

"…And?" asked a nervous Chuck.

"She's alive." Castiel told him as he noticed something curious. Laying his hand on her stomach he held his breath. "C'mon… be okay." he said in a voice that was so low it was not quite a whisper. As if on cue the bump on the woman's belly squirmed and jumped under his hand. He smiled, a real smile, maybe for the first time ever.

"And she's pregnant." he added.

"Yeah… right no one is pregnant anymore." Chuck reminded him sarcastically

"She is" he said grabbing her under her shoulders and pulling her free of the SUV.

"I'll be damned" Chuck said looking down at the woman.

Castiel sat her up against his shoulder and brushed the glass from the broken window off of her. He looked at her almost curiously.

"Come on Cass, you've seen plenty of women and we've officially lost daylight." Chuck complained.

"There are two bags." he nodded toward the SUV "get em and throw em in the back."

Chuck reluctantly crawled in the broken window and pulled out the two black duffels then ran back to the truck as fast as he could.

"You can drive" Castiel said tossing Chuck the keys.

"Dean's not gonna like this.. I mean she could have anything." Chuck told the former angel.

"Maybe it's not up to Dean." Castiel told him, looking down at the dark haired woman.