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How Many More Times

Chapter 1

Dean awoke to loud knocking on the door. He looked up to the clock besides his bed on the night table which flashed in red '2:37', then looked over to his brothers empty bed . "Sam?" His voice was dry when he called out for his younger sibling. Receiving no reply, he decided to get up and look for Sam. Dean frowned when he saw the appearance of the room; it looked as if only one person was staying in the motel. All of Sam's bags were gone.

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"Alright! Alright, I'm coming!" Dean shouted at the door then wiped sleep from his eyes, getting out of bed. Knocking continued to thump rhythmically on the door so Dean rushed over to the entrance of his motel room, pulling the wooden door open with a creak. A man in his early fifties wearing jeans and a t-shirt stood before him, his mouth creased downward and anger flashing in his eyes.

"It's past eleven a.m. If you don't plan on paying for another night I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"What? Oh! Just give me ten minutes and I'll be out." Dean flashed a quick smile to the man in front of him before closing the door. He turned around to face his bed, and reached for his phone on the night table. Dean picked up the phone and sat down on his bed when he was greeted by another man looking down at him.

Zachariah. Dean thought to himself 'Sam is who-knows-where and now this guy shows up.'

"Where's Sam?" Dean questioned eagerly

"Sam? Sam, he's ah….he's a couple states over." Zachariah grinned.

"What? Why's he there?" Dean's face was covered in confusion.

"Because he's hunting there, Dean."

"Hunting? Hunting what? Why wouldn't he have told me?"

"He did tell you. Well, I suppose he didn't technically tell you…"Zachariah said as he looked over to the door .

"Hey! Don't you go disappearing on me! What did you mean he didn't technically tell me?"

"Oh , Dean. Dean, Dean, Dean, see, you and your brother have dug yourselves a pretty deep hole .You know, with the apocalypse and all. We thought that the only real way to get the out it would be if we could completely prevent it from ever happening." He said with smile.

"What do you mean prevent it from happening? What did you do? Where's Sam?!?" Dean yelled at him, his face turning into an angry glare.

"Whoa, whoa .Relax, He's fine .It's you that you should be worried about."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, like I said , the only real way for you to prevent the apocalypse is if it never starts , so we've got a little job for you ."Zachariah began to walk in circles around Dean.

"Oh yeah? And what makes you think that I would do anything for you?" Dean eyes followed Zach, his voice was grim.

"Well, it was you that broke the first seal, so if you never break it, this never happens .That's why you're going to make sure the seal never gets broken. That's why you're here Dean. To stop it. To stop you."

"To stop it? But the seal has already been broken, the apolcalypse has already started. How can I stop that?" he turned around to face Zachariah, but he was no longer there. Dean's motel room was no longer there, either.

Dean spun around, examining his new surrounding's. He was now standing outside a different motel, parked in front of it was his beloved impala. Dean began to approach the car when he tripped over his duffel bag, which was cleverly disguised as grass. He landed in a fern near the road. When Dean began to stand up he noticed two people coming out of their motel room. Both men, one very tall with long brown hair, the other was a couple inches shorter and….happened to look just like Dean. Shape shifter. Sam was with that thing….he thought it was me…. Dean jumped up and approached the two people. Correction, one person, and one shape shifter "Hey! Sam!" Both men turned and looked at Dean in shock. "Sam, it's a shape shifter!"

Sam turned to look at the man beside him and then they both looked at the strange man that looked like Dean who was standing by a fern.

The two rushed towards a very confused Dean.

He put his hands out as if to stop or calm them. "Sam, it's me!" Dean shouted at them.

Sam continued forward, pulling a silver knife out of his jacket pocket. The shape shifter came from behind Dean and tried to push him to the ground. Dean lifted his leg and tried to trip it, and then he swung his elbow violently at the shifters gut. It fell to the ground behind him. He looked up to see Sam swinging a knife at his face, he swiftly stepped back to avoid contact. Once again, the knife came souring out in front of him, this time he caught Sam's arm and the younger brother released the knife, sending it tumbling to the ground.

Dean quickly picked it up and held it firmly, warning everyone to stand back. The older brother directed his attention to Sam "I'm not a shape shifter." Rolling up his sleeve he cut a small line . Blood ran down his arm, some of it soaking into his shirt. They both looked back to the other Dean who was now standing beside him.

His mouth hung open in shock. "I'm not a shape shifter…Sam -"

"Prove it." Sam said quickly

Dean looked over to it and then to the knife in his hands. He cautiously handed it the knife.

The shifter did the exact thing that Dean had done….the silver had no effect on it. But that would have meant….

"You're human?" Dean questioned.

"Of course I'm human! So what's your excuse?" They both looked back to Dean.

"Well, uh…"

Sam looked back a forth from his two brothers. "If you're both human, how are there two of you? You can't both be my brother…." Sam paused, pondering the questions that would be best to prove which was which. "Both of you, what is the last thing you remember before…well, there being two of you?"

The shape shifter, which had now proven to not be a shape shifter, was the first to answer. "Sam, we spent last night doing research on my deal, you said that-"

"On your deal?" the other Dean interrupted "As in….the 'bringing Sammy back' deal? That deal?"

"No, the one I made for apple pie because I was hungry," he said sarcastically. "Of course the one that brought Sam back!"

Wow, I can't believe I didn't think of this sooner "Sam, what year is it?"

Sam gave him a confused stare then replied "It's April 29, 2008. Why?"

"Because I know why I'm here now." Dean stated.

"Why is that? And, uh…. what do you mean?" The other Dean asked curiously.

"You are right. I'm not the Dean that I said I was….I didn't know." he said as he looked back to Sam "But I am your brother. My name is Dean Winchester," He continued, looking back to the man beside him, the mirror of himself. "I'm you …from the future."

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