As always the characters in this story do not belong to me. Except of course the ones of my own imagination.
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As the days went on, Dean was glued to Bobby's desk chair, going through online newspapers, looking through ancient dust filled books, for anything that would possibly falsify anything that Honey had told them. To Dean's dismay, there was nothing, a fact that Honey loved reminding him of every twenty minutes.
"Am I liar yet?" Honey asked, her legs swung over the side of an arm chair, tossing a stress ball up in the air and catching it again.
"Ellen Honey, I'm not going to say it again." Dean pushed through clenched teeth.
Jo came into the room catching the ball in midair. "Stop pestering your father."
Honey swung her legs off the arm of the chair and sat up, "Sorry, I can't help myself, that vein is just too much fun to leave alone."
"Hey Dean," Sam said carrying a large book in both hands, "I think I found Crowley." He placed the book down in front of Dean pointing out different things on different pages, Dean's eyes never left his daughter, as she stood slowly and backed out of the room.
Honey never allowed herself to stay in the same room as Sam, somehow skirting her way out of the room, or finding something else to busy herself with. There was something going on with her. Dean tossed his head in the direction that Honey had left, Jo followed his gaze and left to go find Honey.
Sam looked between Dean and the now vacant spot that Jo and Honey were in, "So you find out what that's all about?"
"No, but I'm going to." Dean looked at the empty armchair, as if he was seeing something Sam was not, "When I asked her about it, she just kind of pushed it off, like she didn't realize she was doing it."
"Is that where Jo went?"
Dean nodded, "She talks to Jo a lot more then she does me." Dean leaned back in the chair, "Do you think I was hard on her?"
"Dean, this life is hard. I'm sure she's had her fair share." Sam answered lowering himself in the chair across from the desk.
Dean nodded, "Yeah," he breathed almost as if he didn't quite believe him.
Honey kicked the dirt around the entrance of the big garage, letting a billow of dust cover her jeans. "It's not polite to leave a room unannouced." The familiar voice cooed from inside the garage.
Honey felt the air from her lungs expire and she was practically gasping when her hands reached the angel's lapels, "Well then you tell me how I'm supposed to stomach being in the same room as him!"
"Patience darling, patience. And hands off the leather."
Honey smoothed out the lapels she had bunched and took a step back, "How long will I be here?"
"As long as it takes."
"You didn't give me much information to share. The only place I know where Death will be is Chicago, and that's two more weeks." Honey's voice sounding eerily like Dean's. "Am I just supposed to let all those people die?"
"Yes." He pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, "You have all the information you need at the moment."
"I can't do that. And this Dean will not take the cage information very well." Honey shook her head, her curls falling around her shoulders. "There has to be something your not telling me."
"Patience little Winchester. Patience. And when the time is right you will tell them how to cage him, he will have to deal with it. It will go different this time. I promise." With the fluttering of wings he was gone.
Honey picked up the closest thing to her, a full coffee can of nails and tossed it at the wall he was leaning against, "Fuck. Shit. Fuck!" She picked up the crowbar nearest to her and swung it above her head about to let it slam in to the hood of the junker that Dean was fixing when he got too frustrated with the books.
"Whoa!" Jo jogged her way into the garage hands up to stop her, "What are you doing?"
Honey dropped the crowbar behind her and shoved her hands into her pockets, "Nothing."
"Uh huh, does it have anything to do with the angelic visitor that was definitely not Castiel?" Jo edged her way around the car slowly, stopping in front of Honey, leaning against the old beater.
"What?" Honey cupped her ear and brought it closer to Jo.
"You heard me." Jo replied, no longer playing around.
Honey' let out the breath she had been holding and starting to tap her fingers against her leg, she looked around Jo making sure Dean didn't follow her and shoved the large door on the garage as shut as she could get it. "You can't tell anyone."
"Bit late for that."
"I'm serious Mom! You can't tell Dad."
"Fine, fine, what is it?" Jo concedded rolling her eyes.
"I lied."
"No shit. What's going on Honey?"
"Okay, everything I told you was true, except the part about Castiel. Cas doesn't know where I am."
Jo was silent for a moment, "Then who sent you back?"
"Balthazar." Honey shuffled her feet again, "He likes to change history when he doesn't like how the future turns out."
"Why is he helping us? Why is he changing this future?"
"He's not, not really. It's just turns out that it does, coincidentally. There is a more... efficient way to put Lucifer back. It's just, well, no one's going to like it." Honey shrugged.
"What's his plan then?" Jo pushed.
"Geez Mom, he's an angel, an arch angel, you think I'm privy to their meetings? I don't know, all I know is what he tells me. He told me who was behind the disasters, and when and where we could find him, and what we have to do to get Lucifer back in the cage and that's it. It's not like I know a step by step" At the widening of Jo's eyes she knew she had said to much.
"You know how to get Lucifer back in the cage?" Honey walked to the opposite side of the car to get as far away from her mother as possible, "How could you not tell us?"
"I can't tell you yet!" Honey practically shouted, "There are things that need to play out first. Things that have to be done, things that need to be said. I just can't tell you yet. I'm already ruining enough." Her knuckles were white at her side.
Jo stood for a bit, shuffling her own feet, before she looked back up and cocked her head to the side, "Does it have anything to do with you trying to get as far away from Sam as possible?"
Honey covered her face and sighed, "No, it has nothing to do with that." The way Jo looked at her she knew she wasn't buying it. "In my time line, it just went a little different is all. Old habits die hard, I guess." Honey shuffled her feet and practically jumped out of her skin when the screen door to the house opened and slammed shut.
"That's probably Dean." Jo leaned up against the car again just waiting.
"I should go see if Grandma need help with dinner." Honey turned on her heel, barely missing Dean on her mad dash back in the house.
"Hey," Dean pushed the garage door open, "What's with her?" He asked moving to lean against the car next to Jo.
Jo shrugged, "I don't know, couldn't get anything out of her. She's pretty jumpy though."
Dean nodded, kicking up the dry dirt in the garage, letting the silence pass a little to long. "So," they both said at the same time, "No, you first." Again, they spoke in unison.
Dean edged her on with his hands and Jo sighed, "Are we.." She sighed again, "Are we ever going to talk about this?" Jo pushed off from the car and stood across from Dean. "I don't want to sound like a girl here, but we had sex. Me and you. There's gotta be something there, right?"
"Yeah, a lot of tequila." Dean tried at a joke.
Jo didn't crack a smile. "So that's it. I'm could possibly be pregnant with your kid, and it's just because you were drunk. That's great, I can't wait to start that life." Jo went to storm out of the garage but Dean grabbed her arm. "Don't touch me!"
"Jo! Stop!" Dean pulled her to him and crashed his lips on hers.
It was as if the world around her had exploded, there was nothing but Dean.
When he pulled away, he pushed the hair back from her face, cupping her cheek, "I don't know what this is, or how I feel about this right now. There's just too much going on for me to even have room to think about it." Jo tried to break eye contact, to stop listening, but Dean pulled her face to look at him. "But there is definitely something here. There always has been." Dean left a kiss on her forehead, the tip of her nose, and then finally her lips. Much slower and gentler this time, almost as if he was trying to keep this memory forever, just as Jo was.
"Hey Dean," Sam said moving to meet his brother at the back door, "Oh.. Hey Honey." It was not Dean.
"Hey Sam." It was silent for a moment, neither one wanting to make the first move.
Sam watched as Honey stood by the open back door, wringing her hands together, moving her weight from one foot to the other, watching the doorway behind him. She was looking for the quickest exit. She didn't look like the hunter he knew she had been brought up as. She looked like prey. She was terrified of him.
He took a small step forward, and she took one back. "Honey." Sam put his hands up as a surrender. "I'm not going to hurt you."
Honey closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "I know." She practically whispered.
"What did I do to you?" He asked, matching her volume, so as not to scare her even more.
"You didn't do anything."
"Not yet." Sam countered. "Please tell me?"
Honey squared her shoulders and finally made eye contact. The first time Sam had gotten to really see the color of her eyes. She watched his face, her brows knitting in concentration. "No." She shook her head and backed out of the room, shutting the door behind her.
Honey yanked the door open to an old station wagon in the junk yard, climbing into the back seat and curling up against one of the doors. She was taught to drive in this car.
This was their family car. Sure the Impala was still running strong and mostly used for work, but this car, this was the one they took down to the lake to go camping. This was the car her mother took her to school in. This was the car she threw her prized teddy bear out the window and Dean had to stop and search for it in a corn field. This car was her childhood.
She stretched her legs out and took a deep breath closing her eyes, letting her memories flash across her mind. So much so she hadn't even noticed a shadow come across her face, until his spoke. "Well your new."
Her head snapped up to see a short dark haired man standing by the open door of the station wagon. She knew exactly who he was. She pulled her legs up and pushed as hard as she could to get the other door open, but it was jammed.
"Hmm, looks to me like someone is not telling me something. Let's go find out shall we?" He grabbed her ankle and in a blink of an eye she was dropping on the hard wood of Bobby's front porch.
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