Alrighty, forewarning you here, um...this is pretty much along the lines of the episode 'The End.' So, please read, but mind you, there are parts from the episode I took word for word, or close to it. I just wanted to introduce my character into the story. Next chapter, if you guys want me to, will be different and what not. I will have Sydney, my OFC, in the past back where she belongs and meeting Dean and Cas alongside that road at the beginning/end of the episode.
Disclaimer: Not mine, even though I offered Sara and Eric my fanfic account and a poster of Jacob Black (Twilight). They refused, and threatened to get a restraining order if I didn't leave them alone.
I hope you guys enjoy! (:
Everyone at Camp Chitaqua was pretty tough. If you walked up to any of the girls with a flirty comment and an offered beer, when they were sober, you'd probably get a punch in the face and marked as an asshole. (It was a different story once they'd drank a few beers and done a few shots, though.) The men were all pretty much running on empty their whole lives when the Croats started coming. Nonstop fighting, drinking, sleeping, and eating, there was no time for love and 'connections.' Everyone was pretty tough, except for one girl. She was close to Dean, the fearless leader of Camp Chitaqua, before the Croats started eating people's faces. She met him in 2009 after a bad run in with a werewolf. She allowed him to patch her up and they began hunting together. She helped fill in the void Sam had made.
Ah…Sam, the youngest – full-blooded – Winchester. He was on the 'don't talk about unless you want to get stabbed in the jugular' list. Dean made that list. Not even girls could talk about Sam, not to Dean at least. They would receive quite the ass chewing before Dean would try and exile them from the camp. Castiel, the angel friend who stayed with Dean through it all, wasn't even permitted to talk about Sam.
Castiel - the unlabeled guy of the group. He was sort of a stress reliever for the women. He loved them, and promised not to leave them. All of the women had stopped by Castiel's cabin at least once, just to experience the kind of love only an ex-angel can give. Yeah, that's right, Castiel lost his wings. They were clipped right off when the angels pulled out, so to speak, but the semi-angel was still loyal to Dean. Dean said jump and Cas said how high. They were friends, Castiel had tried to reason to Heaven once, but they just didn't understand his point.
Back to the girl, her name was Sydney Nicole Matthews. She stuck around the camp, teaching kids the importance of a balanced diet and exercise, as well as the history that she could still remember. She had been quite the history buff, and when Dean had come to her that night when the Croats over took the world, she had packed her two duffle bags to the rim with books and toilet paper. Laugh now, but when the Apocalypse is kicking, you'll really wish you had hoarded the stuff.
She walked around the camp, kicking dirt and staring off into space too often. Some people called her a freak, a weirdo, because she always smiled and tried to make light of every situation. Some even flat out ignored her presence, called her evil and wanted to kick her out of the camp. Dean never let it happen, because even if he had had his fair share of hatred towards the only woman in the camp that hadn't turned into a rock, he still had feelings toward her.
She never joined in the hunts, didn't touch guns, and didn't want to help put up spells and junk. She knew how to, better than half of the camp, but she wasn't going to turn into a girl like Riesa or Jane. Riesa was always walking around with her arms crossed and a sour face locked on. She was quite a bitch, actually. Jane was similar to Riesa, only a tad softer than her. Jane was still a hard ass, though. She even got to go on some of the missions that Dean set up.
The only time Dean talked to Sydney anymore was in the group meetings, where he was required to tell everyone everything was going to be okay, and he was going to make sure everything stayed okay. She always listened quietly, never interrupting like others. At the end of the meetings she never bombarded him with questions and accusations like everyone else. She just sat back and watched as he slipped from 'trying to help' Dean to 'brooding and hateful' Dean.
Sydney hadn't ever been with Castiel, but they were friends. She sat in some of his meets, and always left when the orgies were about to begin. One time, maybe a Thursday, she was sitting on the floor next to Castiel, listening to him appreciatively, when the beaded curtain was swept to the side. Dean walked in with his blue over coat and a confused expression etched on his face.
Castiel smiled and said, "Excuse me, ladies, I think I need to confer with our fearless leader for a minute. Why not go get washed up for the orgy?"
She watched Dean's eyes widen at the mention, and then all the girls began filing out. Sydney stayed put, only standing up with Castiel. Dean eyed her while saying to Castiel, "What are you, a hippie?"
Castiel stretched his arms behind his back with an annoyed look on his face, "I thought we'd gotten over trying to label me."
"Cas we gotta talk…"
"Whoa," Castiel's eyes widened as he eyed Dean. "Strange…"
"What?"
"You," Castiel blinked. "Are not you, not now you, anyway."
"No! Yes, exactly," Dean stumbled.
"What time are you from?"
"October, 2009," Dean started as her heart sank. He wouldn't know who she was; he wouldn't have any inkling what they had been through together. He was just going to be another Dean Winchester that broke her heart unknowingly. As tears welled up in her eyes she shouldered pass the two men and slipped out of the beaded curtain.
"What's up with her?" Dean watched her walk out, having saw her eyes fill up with tears.
"You don't know her yet, but in 2009 you meet Sydney after a werewolf attack. She's probably upset that you don't know her, so you're just going to be another Dean Winchester that ignores her every movement in existence. So, who did this to you? Is it Zachariah?"
"Yes," Dean answered, ignoring most of what Castiel said. Some random girl he may or may not meet in the past/future? wasn't much of his concern at the moment.
Castiel touched his finger to his chin thoughtfully, "Interesting…"
"Oh, yeah, it's freakin' fascinating. Now, why don't you strap on your angel wings and fly me back to my page on the calendar."
Castiel laughed, almost condescendingly so, and barked out, "I wish I could just, uh, strap on my wings, but, uh, I'm sorry. No dice."
"What are you? Stoned?" Dean looked at him sideways, watching his old friend laugh.
"Ehh, generally, yeah," Castiel nodded.
As the two wrapped up their conversation, Castiel telling Dean what had happened to his wings and his powers, Sydney stood outside, watching Dean pull up in his Jeep. The one man in the whole camp who had ever actually talked to her without ever having a single notion she was crazy, excluding the ex-angel in the cabin behind her. Past-Dean came out of the beads just in time to see Present-Dean cracking a cold one open for him and Yeager.
Larry Yeager was a good man, before the virus he had a wife and two children. When they were mauled to death in front of him by twisted humans, or Croats, Larry turned a little to the sideways. Larry was one of Dean's friends, as close as a friend you can get when building relationships only means hurt. Larry was always on the frontline, ready to defend and conquer when Dean asked. It was pretty shocking to see Present-Dean pull out his gun and cock it.
As Past-Dean shouted out a warning, and Larry turned around, Present-Dean shot Larry. The two men who had been with Larry and Dean on the mission didn't bat an eyelash at Present-Dean's actions, but Past-Dean was gawked at. As Present-Dean gave a shaky explanation about whom and what Past-Dean was, the two men turned to leave as ordered. If Dean, their honest to God, (if you still believed him at that point) trustworthy, leader, said there was nothing to know, there probably wasn't.
Sydney followed close behind as Present-Dean shoved Past-Dean into his cabin. "What the hell was that?" Present-Dean demanded as Sydney closed the door behind the two.
"What the hell was that? You just shot a man in cold blood," Past-Dean accused.
The two argued slightly, not the worst argument Sydney had ever seen either Dean's have. While Present-Dean poured the two a drink, Past-Dean eyed Sydney. Present-Dean sat down the glasses, not bothering to offer Sydney one because he knew she wouldn't accept it. Her father had been an alcoholic, and she wasn't going to turn into one either. Who knows if it's genetic? She wasn't taking the chance, not even on her last day on Earth.
"What's the deal with her?" Past-Dean questioned, nodding towards Sydney.
"She's a friend," Present-Dean said, sipping his drink and watching Sydney closely.
Sydney nodded shortly at Present-Dean, telling him she wasn't going to spring her life story on Past-Dean if he didn't want her to. Past-Dean turned to Sydney and then back to Present-Dean, "Castiel said something about us hunting with her before all this went down."
"Of course he did," Present-Dean snorted, rolling his eyes. "We use to hunt with Sydney, yeah, she's damn good at it, and that's all you need to know. When you meet her in your time, you can talk all you want."
"Fine," Past-Dean relented. "What was the mission for, anyways?"
Present-Dean unzipped his duffle bag and pulled the Colt from the depths. Sydney's breath caught in her throat, he had found it. It was a large victory for the team. She licked her lips and looked up at Present-Dean as he told Past-Dean his plans for tonight. He was going to kill the Devil. More horrible news for the girl. She spun on her heel, and walked out of the room, it just wasn't her day. She was going to watch her best friend, her trusted ally, the love of her life, kill his brother.
Of course she was going to go with, if there was ever a chance to say goodbye to Sammy Winchester, the Winchester she met before Dean, then she was taking it. She found Castiel and Riesa, rounding them up for the upcoming meeting she knew was going to happen. Riesa was a bitch, just like always. She looked at the gun unsatisfactorily, "So, that's it. That's the Colt."
As the meeting waged on, and Sydney watched as Past-Dean informed Present-Dean of their whereabouts last night, she sighed. When the torture subject came up, she watched Past-Dean become upset. She knew he hated himself for torturing Alistair after coming back from Hell. She knew he hated himself for torturing people period. When Riesa and Castiel left, Sydney folded her arms across her chest.
"Why are you taking him?" she questioned, turning her back on Past-Dean to watch Present-Dean pack his duffle.
"Relax, he'll be fine. Zach's watching over him," he sighed.
"Dean, you don't want him to see this, do you?"
"See what?" Past-Dean cut in, eyeing the two.
"Our brother," Present-Dean walked around the table to stand in front of his clone.
"I thought he was dead," Past-Dean frowned.
Present-Dean looked over at Sydney, and then walked back to his bag. He swung it over his shoulder and walked out of the room. She knew what he had meant when he looked at her. She grabbed Past-Dean's arm to stop him from following Present-Dean out the door. "Is Sam dead?" he looked down at her.
"No," she shook her head. "He didn't die in Detroit…he said yes."
"Yes?" Dean repeated, her hand falling from his arm.
"Right to Lucifer, in front of God and everyone," she sighed, pulling out a chair out for herself. She collapsed on the brittle wood and rubbed a hand over her face. "I'm sorry, Dean, I really am."
He sat down in the chair opposite her. He sat his hands flat on the wooden table and asked, "What happened? Between us, I mean. Everyone's acting like we were in some sort of relationship or something, but you and, uh…future-me, you don't seem so in love."
She half smiled and shook her head, "It's a long story, really."
"Well, I've got time," he shrugged.
"Honestly, it doesn't even matter anymore. I kind of got this crazy idea in my head that, maybe, just maybe, me and you could be together some way, somehow, but it just isn't, wasn't, going to happen. I don't mean to be rude to you, Dean, I'm sorry. It's a sore subject, even two years later," she rolled her eyes at herself.
"If that was rude, you must just be about the nicest person in the universe," Dean chuckled, picking up the glass with the liquor still swirling around.
She leaned forward against the table, and grabbed Dean's hand suddenly. He looked shocked, but didn't try to pull his hand back. "Dean, I never wanted Sam to get hurt. I…I know I haven't said this yet, but when I do say it, just so you know, I don't mean it. I love Sam, I love Bobby - I love all of you guys. I was just being a bitch, and I hate myself, still, for saying it."
"What did you say?" Dean frowned, setting his cup down.
"I-I called Sam a demon," she winced. "I'm so sorry, I never meant it. I just got scared, I got scared you were going to leave again and I never meant for you to-to have to go do that by yourself."
"Do what?" he questioned, hand trying to fall from hers.
"Go to Detroit by yourself, face that show down by yourself… I should have been there, and I am so sorry," she dropped his hand as the door opened.
"What are you doing?" Present-Dean walked in, eying the two. He noticed her torn expression, and his clone's confused one. "Are you telling him about us?"
"No," they both answered.
"What'd you say?" he crossed his arms.
"Nothing," she stood up, walking to the door Present-Dean was blocking.
"What did you say, Sydney?" he repeated, voice going lower, scarier.
She locked her jaw, and picked at an invisible piece of lint on her shirt. "I didn't say anything, Dean. Just let me go get my things together."
"Together for what?"
"For tonight," she looked up at him.
"You aren't going," he shook his head.
"What? You don't expect me to let you do this alone, do you?" she exclaimed.
"No, I don't. Cas and Riesa, and a few others are helping. You are staying here. You are going to run this camp unless I don't come back, but sure as hell are not coming with on this Kamikaze mission!" his voice shook.
"Yes, I am, Dean," her voice stayed level and calm. "I won't leave you to do this by yourself, not again." Her mouth shut tight and she backed up. "I-I'm sorry, please, just let me go."
Present-Dean seemed to remember Past-Dean was sitting at the table, watching them, and he quickly snapped his mouth shut as well. His jaw locked tightly and he opened the door for her. She walked out and jogged down the stairs before going to her cabin two places down. He closed the door behind himself and turned back to his clone.
"What was that?" Past-Dean demanded, standing up.
"That was Sydney, you'll be dealing with her for the next five years of your life, man," Present-Dean shook his head.
"What?"
"That girl has got us so-so messed up, we don't even know left from right when she's around. You'll see, when you meet her, it's gonna be the best day of your life. And then Hell from then on out. She's a whirlwind of emotion, but she's the nicest damned woman you'll ever meet," Present-Dean grabbed a bottle of liquor and took a swig. "I hate her for it."
"I'll say it again, what?"
"I don't know, man, she-she is such a damn… She's so… She's the best thing that ever happens to us, better than, than that Lisa girl, the yoga instructor. She makes everything okay, even when Lucifer is roaming Earth, even when Cas loses his wings, even when we're contemplating putting a bullet through our head. She's always there to make sure we're okay… And we go and screw it all up, like we always do."
"Apparently she wasn't there in Detroit," Past-Dean said quietly.
"And that was our fault! She still blames herself, damn it, but we were the ones that did that! We completely took it out of context and did what we always do when someone gets too close! It was never the same after we left. She never trusted us again, and probably never will!"
"Is that how we screwed it up? We walked out when she called Sam a demon?"
"Yeah," Present-Dean scrubbed a hand over his face, eyes tired. "Yeah, she called him a demon, but it's not like we hadn't said it before. Not like Cas didn't say it, Bobby didn't insinuate it, not like we tried to get her to see it our way, try and get her to understand why Sam couldn't be saved and she should just give up on him. We're the ones that pulled the plug on that gig; it's always our fault, man."
"Dude, sounds like we're a dick starting real soon," Past-Dean laughed.
"Yeah, we really are," Present-Dean sighed. "We really are."
After the little heart to heart with, well, himself, Present-Dean left his cabin, telling his clone to try and stay put this time. Dean walked over to Sydney's cabin and leant against the door jamb. He listened quietly and could hear her sniffling on the other side. He'd made her cry, again. His past self coming back was really jacking up his feelings. He knocked on the door and almost instantly her sniffles were silenced. With a perfectly normal voice she called through the door, "I'll be out in a minute, Cas, I've just got to, um, get some stuff for, uh, the meet tomorrow."
"It's Dean," he answered back.
"Oh." He could hear her moving around in the room. "What do you want?"
"Can I, uh, come in?"
"I-I don't think that's a good idea right now, Dean," she sighed.
"C'mon, Syd, we need to talk," he shifted against the jamb.
Maybe it was him using her nickname for the first time in years, or maybe she just really wanted him to hold her, but the door opened slightly and Dean walked inside. She was sitting crossed legged on her bed, staring at the floor. Dean closed the door behind him and coughed uncomfortably. He stepped into the room a few steps and looked around. She could really use some new lighting and maybe some new furniture. He'd see to it someone had that taken care of before he left.
"I'm sorry, Dean, it wasn't my place to tell your past self all that," she tucked her hair behind her ear.
"I'm not mad," he ran a hand through his hair.
"Yeah you are, you're mad at me because I can't stop apologizing for what I did all those years ago, but I still feel terrible."
"Don't, seriously, I have never and will never blame you for not coming with. It was my fault, my doing - so just stop saying you're sorry. It's all on me," he sat in the chair in front of her bed.
"Dean-" she was cut off by a knock at the door. "Yeah?" she hollered, closing her eyes. She finally gets Dean alone, her Dean, not the cold hearted one she had seen walking around for a few years, and she gets interrupted.
"It's Cas," the ex-angel replied.
"Come in, Cas," she sighed.
"Ah, Dean, you're in here too. Did I interrupt something?"
"No, what is it?" Dean snapped back into the icy hearted man he was just ten minutes ago.
"Jane is looking for you, she would like to come with," Cas smiled.
Sydney stood up and started for the door. "Wait, Sydney, we should finish talking," Dean craned his neck around Castiel.
She just slipped out the door, not wanting to hear anymore about Jane or Riesa or any other girl he had screwed. Not any other girl that Dean would let goes on hunts, but not her. Not any other girl that Dean eyed appreciatively when she was just pushed aside like a rag doll. It was bull, and everyone knew it. Everyone knew that Dean and she had been an 'item' before the Croats. But no one seemed to care.
As she was ranting in her head, she didn't notice Past-Dean come up behind her. "Hey," he greeted, making her jump. "Sorry," he half smiled.
She looked up at him, watching the light in his eyes dance. He was happy, still alive, still warm…she hated him for it. She swung her fist back and clocked him in the eye. "You son of a bitch!" she nearly screamed.
"Whoa, whoa, calm down," he tried.
"You God damned asshole!" she tried to punch him again, but he caught her arm.
"Stop, stop," he twisted her around, but she broke from his hold.
She kicked him in the shin while shouting, "You are such a freakin' jerk! I hate you!"
The cabin door she had just left swung open and Present-Dean watched as Past-Dean received another punch to the face. "Hey!" he called, jumping from the deck and down to his past self's rescue. "What the hell are you doing, Sydney!"
"Screw you!" she shouted. "You are such-such an asshole, Dean! I hate you, both of you!"
"What did I do? We do?" Past-Dean looked up at his future self from his kneeling position on the ground.
"I don't know."
"Oh, you don't know, right," she said sarcastically. She flicked her eyes to Castiel and then to the growing crowd watching. She stepped back, not happy with making a scene. "I am not sorry about this, Dean. And I am going, damn it. I am going with, so don't you dare try and stop me."
She turned on her heel, leaving no room for discussion, and stomped over to the other side of the camp, slamming the door to the school house behind her. Present-Dean looked out at the crowd and shouted, "There's nothing to see here! Back to work, people!"
They dispersed almost immediately, and Present-Dean helped Past-Dean up. "What the hell was that?" Past-Dean demanded. "What did you do?"
"I told her it wasn't her fault, and she flipped out. Actually only the second time I've really seen her get mad," Present-Dean seemed to be in awe.
"Yeah, that's all great and dandy, but you're not the one that just got his ass kicked," Past-Dean rolled his eyes.
"She's a girl, you could have taken her," Present-Dean dismissed him.
"Yeah, but she's a girl. Unless she's possessed or a monster, I don't hit girls," Past-Dean wiped his lip.
"You're different in 2014, man," Present-Dean admitted, and turned from the slightly stunned expression on Past-Dean's face.
As midnight rolled around, both Dean's began loading up the truck. Three cars were packed with a team, and Sydney rode in the one that didn't hold any Deans. As they trudged through an empty and abandoned set of streets, Sydney hung in the back, a gun around her chest and one in her hands. She had a duffle bag on her shoulder and her combat boots back on. A low sun peeked through the clouds, and Sydney took a deep breath.
Today, she was going to lose her family. Dean was going to go in there and try to use the Colt on Lucifer aka his brother. He was going to let his past self watch, and then she was going to be alone, because goodness knows no one else was going to make it out. These people were under trained, weak, and scared, and Dean wasn't going to be able to save all of them, and kill the devil. Castiel was always useful when he had his powers, but since then, he'd just lost faith in himself.
She ducked down behind the blue car and hugged her gun close to herself. "You sure about this?" Riesa questioned, and she just wanted to punch her in the face. Doubting a leader? Let alone the leader, seriously?
As Past-Dean and Present-Dean argued behind a set of trees, Sydney chambered a bullet and grabbed out her extra ammo to set around her chest. She rotated her neck and looked over at the others. Castiel knelt in the dirt, holding a small gun, and Riesa sat next to him, determinedly checking her weapons as ordered. Dean was lying to these people, and his past self was probably telling him such right then. She knew he was lying, she'd seen him use that face to tons of police officers, agents, angels, demons, monsters, himself…
She swallowed thickly as she wondered which team she would be on. Would she be sent in like a decoy like the others, or would she get to be in on Dean's secret team? She watched as Present-Dean knocked out Past-Dean and then came over to the group. "Sydney, you stay here with him, watch him until he wakes up. Make sure he doesn't get eaten by a Croat. The rest of you, here's the game plan," and Dean explained to them that he was going to go in through the back, and the rest to the front. They knew what he was doing, but none spoke out loud.
She watched Dean slowly wake up and closed her eyes at the nosy gun fire from inside the building. At an instant, without even so much as a glance to her, Dean began running towards the building. They ran to the back, no words spoken, and as they entered the court yard, she saw Sam's foot around Dean's neck. Well, not Sam's…Lucifer's.
Lucifer turned around and half smiled, "Oh, hello Dean. Sydney, nice to see you again."
He winked at her and she gritted her teeth, "You son of a bitch!"
"Aren't you a surprise," Lucifer remarked, ignoring her. Dean and Sydney both flinched as the lightning lay siege.
Lucifer blinked to behind them, and Dean sighed, resigned, "Go ahead, kill me."
"Kill you? Don't you think that'd be a little…redundant?"
As Lucifer spoke to Dean, Sydney walked around the duo and to her Dean's side. She pressed light touches to his neck, felt the bones peeking through his skin, and felt that wall that she had fought for so long start to strengthen. He was dead, the only tie to Earth she had, and he was gone. She had no one, the man behind her was going to be sent back to his time in a matter of minutes, and she would be alone.
The lightning grew more haywire as Lucifer made his parting comment and Dean and her stood in the court yard alone. Dean looked down at her where she knelt by his future self and said, "I'm sorry," just before Zachariah appeared and touched his two fingers to Dean's forehead, zapping him back to the past.
So, drop me a line. Was it good? Did it suck? Next chapter, if you guys would like, will be my story line instead of the shows. I will say, just so you know, Sammy is in this story, and not just as Lucifer. Alright, I'll leave ya to it! Please review, pretty please! With all the ice cream toppings and Sam and Dean on top! (: