AUTHOR'S NOTES: because i really thought Jess was the perfect ship for Sam. hehe. if you get confused, 'SAM' is referred to the future Sam and 'SAMMY' is referred to the present Sam. hehe. just so it's clear.. comment and stuff. yeah.. again, SUPERNATURAL is not mine.
He-.. He looks like Sammy. Dean thought.
The next couple of minutes were weird. Even for Dean Winchester's standards. The intruders helped the man with the beige trench coat up. The younger one- the kid, placed the trench coat guy's arm around his neck and hauled him to a chair. Dean's eyes stayed at the man with the brown hair who turned out to be very tall when he stood upright. He stared back at Dean with relief just like the guy with the trench coat.
"Sammy, why don't you take Jessica down to the impala and fetch me a flask of holy water." Dean told Sammy, not bothering to look behind him. Dean felt Sammy froze behind him when the man raised his head and saw the guy's face, so he was pretty sure that his brother's face must've looked worse than his did. There was no movement behind him. He risked turning around. Sammy and Jess were like marble, mouths ajar and eyes wide. If this wasn't the freakiest thing Dean has ever seen, he would've laughed but right now, he'd rather puke.
"Sammy?" he said. "Sam!"
His brother jerked back to earth. "Wha-huh?"
"I said take Jessica to the car and get me a flask of holy water while you're at it." Dean said again.
"Wha-? Why would you need holy water?" Jessica asked, returning to earth as well. Sammy didn't answer nor did he want to leave his brother with the intruders who eyed them cautiously and made sure their hands were where Dean and Sammy could see them. Sammy nodded and reluctantly ushered Jessica out to the car. Dean turned back to the intruders.
"The holy water is unnecessary." the man in the beige trench coat said, blood still dripping from his nose.
"Oh yeah? Y-.." Dean forced out. Words were slowly failing him. He didn't know what was happening. He needed to get it together. He needed to calm down.
He needed dad.
"Christo." Dean said, his voice above a whisper.
"That is also unnecessary." the trench coat guy said without blinking.
"Dean, we're not demons. We're-" the tall man said but he was cut off.
"Then you're a shape shifter! Some kind of fugly ass monster who messed with the wrong place at the wrong time!" Dean was yelling now, his heart pumping loud in his ears, his finger numbing on the trigger.
"Okay, okay. Just calm down." the kid said with his hands up, shooting both the trench coat guy and the tall man a look to play along. "We can explain everything after we do the routine check up."
"Check what?" Dean said, bewildered.
"You know, to find out if we're monsters or not." the kid said then low enough, "It's what you called it, anyway."
"What was that?" Dean asked suspiciously.
"Nothing. Here, look." the kid said and slowly his hand went into his jacket pocket. Dean's hands were sweaty now and so was his forehead. The kid brought out a silver knife and Dean tensed.
"It's okay. Look," the kid said and slowly he lifted his palm and made a cut through his flesh. "Not a monster."
"Dean?" Sammy said from behind him and it was all he could do not to jump.
"Sam." he said. He gave his brother a look that said 'don't-sneak-up-on-me'. Sammy shot him a barely apologetic look and handed him the holy water. Slowly, Dean advanced and placed the flask on the table. He backed away just as slow.
"Drink it. All three of you." Dean ordered. The three took turns sipping from the holy water. The last one to drink was the tall man and he tipped the flask to show that the flask was now empty of its contents.
"See? We're not demons, either." he said.
"Wh-why do you look like me? How-..?" Sammy asked, his voice slowly failing him just like Dean before.
"Because I am you. A couple of years from now, anyway. My name is Sam Winchester. This is our brother," he looked at Dean for a moment and gestured at the kid before his gaze returned to Sammy. "Adam Milligan. And that's Castiel." he paused. "He's an angel and he brought us here."
"Get the hell outta here." Dean snorted, gun lowering but he didn't put it away. "There's no such thing."
The trench coat guy just sighed and stood, with a ghost of a smile on his lips. "Your lack of faith had always been a problem, Dean."
Then suddenly there was lightning and thunder, as if they were in the middle of the eye of the storm. Both Dean and Sammy jumped. Shadows of majestic wings appeared each time lightning passed and both Dean and Sammy gazed in awe at the sight. The storm stopped and even after the echoes of the last thunder had died away, no one said a thing.
Dean gulped hard. "Don't take this the wrong way, pal, but you're not what I was expecting. No fluffy wings and harps and all that." he said.
The angel, Castiel, had a visible small smile now. Before he could say anything, Sammy had advanced.
"Oh my god-.. I mean, I'm sorry. But are you really-..? Wow. It's an honor to meet you." he blabbered, hand outstretched. Dean stopped him half way.
"We don't know that for sure, Sam." Dean argued.
"That wasn't proof enough for you?" Sammy challenged.
"Any demon can do that. So can any number of creatures out ther-." Dean was cut off.
"We have bigger issues than that, all right? We didn't come down memory lane for a reminisce." Adam said impatiently. Dean had to hide a grin on that one. It was something he would've said if the situation were reverse.
"He's right." The future Sam said. "We have a huge problem."
"Huge how?" Dean asked.
"Like the-end-of-the-world huge." he answered. "And we have to stop it."
Two hours later, Jessica, Sammy, future Sam, Adam, Castiel and Dean were all crammed into the Impala, speeding toward Bobby's house, much to future Sam's instructions.
"So, let me get this straight. You hunt .. Monsters?" Jessica asked, her shock still visible in her eyes. Sammy nodded. For the past hour, he told Jess the truth. Who he really was, his family business, his mother's death, who the three other guys- including the one that looked like him- in the backseat were, and why they were speeding down to Sioux Falls, South Dakota.
"And that guy in the trench coat, he's an angel?" she asked.
"Technically, it's an overcoat." Castiel spoke from the back seat. Dean rolled his eyes.
"Yeah. I'm sorry I lied to you. I tried to get out. I never wanted this. I wanted to be normal. I guess I just can't outrun the past, huh? Look, I'd understand if you want to break up with me." Sammy said.
"Are you kidding? How many times do I get to date a real life ghostbuster?" Jess said with a nervous but serene smile on her lips. Sammy smiled slowly, his eyes full of love and gratitude that it made Dean feel glad that Sammy found someone for himself. Someone who understood. Maybe him running away to Stanford was a good thing for him after all.
"What would I do without you?" Sammy said.
"Crash and burn." Jess said and kissed Sammy softly.
"Get a room." Dean muttered but he grinned up to his ear. The lovebirds only chuckled and blushed slightly. Then a moment passed. "Hey, Sam."
"Yeah?" the future Sam and Sammy said at the same time.
"Well, that's gonna be a problem." Dean said with a mock frown. "How about we call present Sam Sammy and future Sam Sam."
Sammy frowned and Sam just chuckled. "So, Sam, in the future," Dean started and all three in the backseat visibly tensed. "Is my baby still running good? With all this end-of-the-world crap thing going on, I might have neglected her." Dean said, running his palm on the dashboard.
"Uh, yeah." It was Adam who answered. "You even had me responsible for changing the oil because you're so busy and I was staying at Bobby's, training. You barely used her then. You and Sam are one of the country's most wanted and she sort of stands out."
"Really? How did that happen?" Dean asked, frowning. Surely, they weren't that careless. "Boy, I bet Dad had our heads on a silver platter."
"Ye-yeah, he did. He was so pissed." Sam said and gave a nervous chuckle. "A shape shifter took your form and he decided to go on a killing spree while he was at it."
"Wow. Well, he picked the handsome one." Dean said and grinned to himself. Sammy rolled his eyes.
"Jess?" Sam said. There was a look that Dean can't help but wonder why it was on Sam's face. It seemed close to longing and sadness. Dean shrugged it off, maybe it was the rearview mirror.
"Yeah, Sam?" Jess said, turning.
"Would you mind staying at your parent's house? Just until we sort this thing out. I just don't want you getting in the middle of the crossfire." Sam said sincerely.
Jess looked at Sammy and he just looked back at her, caught between agreeing with his future self and wanting for Jess to stay with him.
"He's right, you know. With this kind of mess, things bound to get worse than the usual things we deal with, Sammy." Dean supplied and Sammy was defeated.
She smiled sadly. "Okay." she said then turned to Sammy. "Just.. Be careful, all right?"
Sammy nodded, his puppy dog eyes full blast and Dean had to look away from getting infected. Jessica's parents lived just a few miles away from the state line. When they stopped outside her house, she gave Sammy a long, deep, passionate kiss.
"Come home, okay?" she whispered.
"I will." Sammy promised.
Jessica turned to Dean. "Take care of him."
"Yes, ma'am." he said, grinning but taking the promise to heart. Something about Jess said made Sam flinch but Dean ignored it. Jessica waved to the other three in the back and they were gone. After a few minutes, Dean turned up the volume and they sped past the state line with AC/DC blaring through the speakers.
