Summary: AU! Post Season 7. After failing save Castiel from the leviathans, the boys find themselves awakening in the past, in the time before Dean made the deal and their father is still alive. Can the handle juggling the knowledge of the impending apocalypse, their horrible future, and Sam's broken mind, all the while hiding their more than brotherly relationship from their suspicious father.
AU! They found the bunker earlier, thanks to souless Sam and Samuel.
Warnings: Torture/ Allusions to torture/ Implied Non-con/ Hallucifer/ Wincest/ Canon Typical violence/OOC!ness/ D/s relationship/ More as story progresses
Prologue: He who laughs last
Sam awakened with the inherent knowledge that something was wrong.
It wasn't the apparition of Lucifer leaning against the wall to his right smirking at him knowingly.
It wasn't the lack of Dean's solid warmth beside him, or the familiar feel of a motel's lumpy mattress beneath him, despite the fact that they'd been living in the bunker since they'd come across it nearly six months previous.
In fact, he wasn't sure what was wrong, all he knew was something wasn't right.
He sat up and glanced around, a trill of relief rushing through him when he spotted Dean lying on the bed next to his. The man looked years younger as he slept, free of the stress lines that had marred his face since finding out the demon blood running through Sam's veins. Since Cold Oak, and Hell, Michael and Lucifer.
Sam frowned, and moved to stand beside the man, noting in alarm that his brother really did look younger by almost six years. His jaw was smoother, his features lacking the rough edges they'd carried since his return from hell. He looked down at his own hands.
They were smoother, less callous, lacking the scars they'd accumulated over the years including the one he'd been using to subdue the hallucinations of Hell and Lucifer since the forced removal of The Wall.
Lucifer chuckled darkly from his place on the wall.
"Figured it out yet, Sammy?" He purred and Sam swallowed dryly.
He had and he hoped he was wrong.
"Dean!" He shrieked, shaking the sleeping man roughly, tears welling in his eyes. "Dean!"
His brother jolted awake, grabbing his hands before he could shake him a third time, moss green eyes clouded with sleep.
"Where's th' fire, Sammy?" He slurred gruffly and Sam shook his head.
"Somethings wrong, Dean! Look around you!" He cried and Dean did as bid, eyes widening as they took in their surroundings and Sam's younger appearance.
Sam's hair, while long was no longer the past shoulder length it had been, his face smoother and free of stubble despite the five o'clock shadow he'd gone to bed with. Even the bags that had become near permanent features on the younger man's face since the start of the whole apocalypse business were gone, leaving his face unblemished for the first time in nearly three years.
"Sam," He began slowly, taking in the hysteria in his baby brother's eyes. "What's going on."
Sam shivered, his hands tensing in Dean's strong grip.
"Ch-check your phone."
Releasing one of the large slender hands in his grip he picked up his phone from the bedside table, scrunging up his nose when he saw it wasn't the same touch screen he'd had for the past years, instead it was an old prepaid phone. All the same he flipped up the screen and nearly dropped it when he saw the date flashing across it.
April 2, 2006
Three months before their father's death.
Two years before Hell. Before Castiel and the angels.
Two years before Lucifer is released.
Six years before Castiel betrayed them and left Sam broken in his wake. Before Leviathans and the war in heaven.
Over six years in the past.
They were six years in the past.
He stared at the screen blankly then at Sam, who was watching him anxiously, hazel eyes praying that whatever guess he had was wrong but knowing other wise.
Seeing the answer in his eyes, Sam shook his head.
"No. Nonononononono!" He whimpered and Dean's heart broke as a crystalline tear escaped his brother's eyes to slide soundlessly down his cheek but he understood what had his brother so upset.
It was like everything they'd done, both accomplishments and mistakes, had been all for naught. They were trapped in the past with no way of knowing how they'd gotten there and why they'd been sent there. It reminded him too much of the time loop he's been trapped in by Gabriel years previous, the time loop that had nearly shattered him.
He sat up and pulled the hysterical man into his arms, shushing him gently.
"Sh, just think Sammy. Think of all the people we can save. Dad, Cas,"
"B-Bobby, Ellen," The younger added, slowly calming.
"Gabriel, Jo. We can save them all. We can be the puppeteers this time. Instead of playing to Zachariah and Michael's tune, we'll hold the cards. We know their motives, their weaknesses, all of it."
Sam nodded, curling closer to him as he shot a furtive glance toward the wall where Lucifer's apparition leaned, cackling at them.
"A-and Lucifer?"
Dean's gaze darkened and glanced to where his brother had been looking.
"He won't get you. Not this time."
TBC...