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Dean woke up some hours later with an immense throbbing in his jaw. His vision was blurred but slowly starting coming into focus. He looked around careful of the pain in his jaw and got a glimpse of his new surroundings.

The hunter tried lifting his arms finding he was bound tightly to a chair.

"What the….." the sound of a gun being cocked caused him to jerk his head up but quickly regretted it as the side of his face screamed in pain. His emerald eyes saw her sitting but a few feet away.

"Brooklyn?"

"So it lives," she took a drink from the flask in her hand before setting it aside and retrieving a second beside it.

"What's going on? Why am I tied down and what the fuck happened to my Impala!?"

Brooklyn answered by splashing Dean with holy water.

"Hmm, not a demon but that doesn't mean shit," she retracted the knife from her inner thigh.

"Whoa hold up now, Brooklyn you know me in every meaning of the word."

Brooklyn ignored his pleas letting them fall on deaf ears as she spun around and grabbed one of his hands. Her vise like grip caught the hunter by surprise.

"Hey ease up on the Kung Fu grip there Xena," she ignored his remark.

"Hmm you even wear a ring like his," she spat before running the silver blade along the open palm. Dean hissed in pain as the sharp dagger sliced his skin open.

"What the Hell are you doing?! Has everyone around here gone crazy?!"

Brooklyn saw red running along his hand and raised an eyebrow. She fished out a cloth and pressed it against the cut.

"No just the ones out there," she answered coolly. "Keep pressure on it."

Dean curled his fingers around worn cloth and watched as she sat back down. The gun remained trained on him as she had resumed nursing off the flask and keeping her eyes trained on him. Dean noticed how hard and worn her features had become but she was still beautiful nonetheless.

"You mind telling me what the Hell is going out there and why I was being chased by something out of 28 Days Later?!!"

"You mean you don't know?" She asked with a hint of disbelief.

"No, would you care to share?"

"Lucifer was set free 5 years ago as the last Seal was broken by Sam. The Croatoan virus is Lucifer's endgame against humanity. The virus spread within a year leaving no corner of the world unscathed. There are those who aren't infected such as us but then there are the others. Those who are infected now stalk the shadows seeking out fresh meat so to speak. It's a daily struggle to survive and our numbers are dwindling at an alarming rate."

Dean saw the sadness and tears welling in her eyes as she mentioned the fallen. But just as fast she wiped away the traces of emotion and the hard cold features returned.

"First it was Brady and Bobby in Phoenix then other hunters soon were killed or infected."

"Oh god Brady, Bobby" Dean looked away unable to meet her stare.

Just then the door opened and Dean felt as if someone had belted him right in the solar plexus.

It was him, only angrier and battle harden around the edges. He was armed with several firearms, two of which were strapped to his thighs like Brooklyn's. The emerald depths were like jade walls revealing nothing to the outside world, keeping all emotions hidden only known by him.

"What the….."

Brooklyn sat up keeping the gun trained on him as she greeted the future version of himself.

"Find anything?" She asked.

"No, just more bloodsucking bastards. Where's Cas?"

"Where do you think?" The future Dean nodded slightly. Dean wondered what that little exchange was about and what exactly she meant by where do you think.

Dean watched as they turned to one another allowing the masks to slip away. He saw the deep unyielding bond and love between them as they let their emotions take over for one brief moment in the embodiment of a deep passionate kiss.

"Thank god you came back," she whispered.

"I always find a way back," he whispered back. The older hunter pulled away and looked down at his younger self. The tenderness that was present but a moment before had vanished replaced with the cold lifeless malachite once again.

"I don't believe it," he muttered.

"I know."

The future Dean approached the hunter and leaned down getting a long hard look at his counterpart. His hand shot out gripping his chin tightly in his fingers. The cold grip dug into Dean's chin as his older self stared straight into his eyes.

"He's not a demon or a shapeshifter," Brooklyn called out.

"Did you smell sulfur when you cut him?"

"No," Brooklyn took another hard swig from her flask. Dean caught her movements from the corner of his eye. Since when did she start hitting the bottle so hard?

"We'll wait. Keep him tied up and if he shows any signs of infection…"

"Between the eyes I know. I've been doing this for only 5 years now," Brooklyn's voice turned sharp and bitter.

"You know we can't take any chances. Remember what happened the last time we let our guard down?"

"Don't you say another word!" Brooklyn rushed across the room glaring down at him. Dean instantly felt the tension thicken in the room. He watched as his counterpart stood and turned to face the angry woman who was rigid and tense. His eyes softened revealing two perfect compassionate jewels as he slid his hands in her shaky ones.

"Brook you have to accept it, he's gone."

"It doesn't mean the pain isn't still there festering just below the surface Dean. You didn't see what they did to him, how much he screamed and cried for me! Even now his pleas for help are ringing in my ears. I didn't do what I should've done and he suffered as a result!"

"And I do not hold anything against you. Brook you can't go around harboring this, it's going to kill you."

"No, it's what keeps me going and hunting every single last one of those blood leeching heathen bastards. And I won't stop until the last one has a bullet right between its eyes!"

Dean listened and watched the heated exchange between them sensing something serious went down, something that made them both embittered and hardened. Dean knew that look and tone in Brooklyn's eyes and voice and knew she had lost someone close to her.

The future Dean stroked the tops of her hands unable to admit to himself let alone her that he harbored guilt and self loathing over that day. It had brought them closer together but in a way tore them apart.

"Listen why don't you find Cas and I'll stay here with myself."

"I won't need to look far," she sighed heavily.

"I know but we need to plan out tomorrow's patrol and search," he leaned in lightly pressing his lips to hers.

Brooklyn shot one last glance at the tied up hunter before leaving the small cabin.


Castiel was sitting cross legged on the floor with several attractive women surrounding the fallen angel. Gone were the suit and trench coat replaced with jeans and wrinkled button up shirt. The clean shaven features hidden by several days' growth on his handsome face. His normally keen ice depths were dull and bloodshot.

Brooklyn stepped in as he was in middle of another one of his famous or rather infamous talks.

"Cas," the angel looked up seeing Brooklyn standing there.

"Brook," he remained seated. "Please have a seat as we were planning out the evening's activities."

"No thanks, Cas. Knowing you it's probably another orgy of booze weed and sex. Besides Dean needs to speak with you," she flashed a look at the groupies daring even one of them to speak up.

"What about?"

"That's why he needs to see you. So pull yourself away from your harem and let's go."

She grabbed the angel by the arm and pushed him out the door.

"Sorry girls but the orgy's been cancelled," several groaned and a few cussed her out as she shut the door behind her. Brooklyn was about ready to kick their asses out but Cas had convinced her to let them stay as they wouldn't survive on their own. Now she was beginning to regret that decision.

The two Deans stared at one another as Brooklyn reappeared with the impaired angel in tow.

"He's either high drunk or both," Brooklyn shut the door.

Dean saw the future angel and stunned didn't begin to cut it. What had happened to his little angelic warrior?!

"Cas?" Dean's voice was barely above a whisper.


Alright next update soon.....Wanna know who it was that they lost??? You'll just have to keep reading to find out

*The title for chapter 1 came from the 80's song The Future's So Bright (I Gotta Wear Shades)...