A\N: OK, yeah, so some of you guessed it, the teen is an AU version of Jack. What kind of an AU version remains to be seen.

Special thanks to Blondie20000 and VegasGranny for reading my insane stories.

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OK, so, let's explain some things, shall we?


Chapter two: Dungeons and Dragons

"What, don't I get a hello back? – the punk-rocker wannabe sarcastically pouted – How rude..." the kid huffed in amusement as he watched the shocked expressions of Sam and Dean. Yeah, they would figure out any second he was from an alternate reality seeing as how they just carried his double's body to the bunker.

"Who are you?! And don't tell me you're..." Dean was ready to blow, pissed at God, the world, the universe, the shoe lace of his boot that snapped this morning. He was having a bad day, a really really bad day and he so didn't need this crap.

"I'm Jack. Duh" The kid mocked purposely annoying Dean. "But everyone calls me Jay."

Dean sized the kid up. Not an hour ago, he was standing in front that same face, gun in hand, ready to kill. And then he saw how wrong it was, he felt it deep down, but the kid died anyway. And it hurt it hurt like Hell that they were played. Again. It was all a lie, their whole lives, every choice they made, every turn they took. At any time Chuck could have just snapped his fingers and they would dance to his music. And Dean was so tired of it.

"I... I can't... – Dean said as he shook his head – I can't deal with this anymore." He shook his hand in a sweeping motion and turned to go to his room "I'm tired." The weight on his shoulders finally became too much for him to handle and he just didn't have any motivation to go on.

"Yeah, walk away. Take the easy way." Jay said crossing his arms and Dean paused in spot. "Abandon us, like you abandoned him." The low blow the kid just knew would get the fire going. Dean turned to him, pure rage in his eyes and if it was anyone else that said that they would have gotten a punch in the face. Some may think it was fear of the kid and what he might to that stopped Dean from hitting him, but Sam knew, the memory of their own Jack, his eyes burnt out was still fresh in their heads.

Dean took a deep breath like he was going to yell and scream at the kid, give him a piece of his mind and he opened his mouth, but then stopped. He closed his eyes tight, willing the anger away and then looked back at the kid. He raised a threatening finger and said "Don't. You know nothing about me."

"Yeah, you're probably right. I don't. Not like I am a powerful God-like being... – Jay mocked - But tell me, what makes you so much better than any other Dean out there huh? Why do you get to be the one to quit, while everyone else has to keep on fighting?" Jay retorts with a stare.

"You have no idea what I have been through!" Dean replies getting angry again.

"Oh, let me guess. You were tortured and broken down, torn apart and put back together again, right? Well so was he! – Jay said pointing at !Dean – Lost your loved ones? So did he! " Then Jay's voice became lower, his eyes squinting at Dean. "You had to watch your brother spend countless hours researching and reading and trying so damn hard to save you? From, let's say a demon deal or an angry archangel in your head? You had to watch him hit a dead end almost every time and feel like crap for not being able to help you?! Well, guess what?! – Jay raised his arms and his voice – SO DID HE!"

Jay finally took a deep calming breath and watched Dean's expression soften a bit, and then he added "But you don't see him walking away."

The room was quiet for a few minutes, everyone too deep in their thoughts about what Jay just said, and it was clear that the lack of response from Dean was pissing Jay off. So after those few minutes he threw his hands up in the air, said "I need a beer!" and walked towards the kitchen. Both Sam and Dean watched him go, still wondering about the kid and how he knew all those things about them. And what the heck crawled up his ass?

"A demon deal?" asked !Dean curiously and Dean just looked at him angrily. But then he sighed, figuring they should at least try and find out more about these guys.

"Yeah. Sam died so I made a deal..." Dean said and trailed off.

"So when is it due?" !Dean asked with a comforting look and when his double looked back at him with a frown, !Dean explained "You know... 10 years period... When is it due?"

To that Dean huffed a laugh "Was never given the standard contract. Only had a year. But that was a decade ago."

"Oh - !Dean said looking confused – then you..."

"Should be in Hell. Yeah. I got rescued by an angel." Dean said and looked back at Cass that just re-entered the War room, completely unaware of the kid that was currently raiding the kitchen.

!Dean's eyes flickered in slight sadness as he looked at the angel, but he still smiled "So that is the same..." he muttered to his chin.

"Huh?" Dean was confused at said statement and his double started to explain.

"The dragon version of me you saw... Happened on a hunt, I got turned. !Sam found me and kept me safe until some hunters caught wind of what happened to me and..."

"They tried to kill you?"

"I wish - !Dean said with a deep sigh – No, the bastard that caught me had his minions torture me and experiment on me to see what made me tick. I can still remember !Alistair's laugh as he carved into me."

"!Alistair?" Both Sam and Dean were confused to hear that name.

"Yeah, he was just a hired muscle. A hunter called Azazel hired him to see what will work on me, how to kill my kind or control it if possible. And then Meg saved me. She was a bitch, but she saved me, or at least thought she did. The government got their hands on me and tortured me some more. Until I set their compound on fire. That's when they sold me to !Michael."

"!Michael?!" shouted both Sam and Dean looking very surprised.

"Yeah, he was an independent contractor. Wanted to see if he could use me to build a weapon of my abilities or make a solider out of me. He just wanted to use me like everyone else. Until he came along..." !Dean's eyes flickered to Cass once more and as he met Cass's curious gaze, he quickly looked away. He looked down on his hands and started playing nervously with his fingers as he continued his explanation.

"Castiel Novak. The lead scientist on the project with his friend Balthazar. Cass was the first one to see me and not the monster I was on the outside. He was also the first one outside the Hunter's community to find out... Well, more figure out I was once human. He was the first one to be nice to me."

"Your Cass is human?" Dean asked curiously and !Dean nodded.

"...was human. – he replied sadly, still fidgeting with his fingers. – He saved me from that Hell."

Sam and Dean could see it was getting to be a sore subject, they must have lost their friend along the way. Maybe even a bit more emotional then Dean preferred. So, to deflect, Sam asked how they managed to half-cure !Dean, and how did the amulet fit into it all. !Dean explained it was a complicated spell his !Sam and !Bobby found, so much so that it could only be done on an equinox. He joked his brother became an expert on spells and witchcraft while trying to find a cure.

"But then something went wrong and the spell didn't fully work. I did get back to being human, but I still had horns and wings and a tail... The amulet was the last resort. If I used it, it would change me back, but it would lock away any other spells from being used on me. – then !Dean looked up at them and around the bunker again. – But what I don't get is why here, in this world, when I remove the amulet, I go full Dane."

"Dane?" Sam asked and !Dean explained that was the name for his dragon part.

"Dean had the same amulet – Sam stated – but here... Its purpose was to be a beacon for God himself. It glows in His presence. If he switches it on." Sam huffed a laugh. More and more conveniences. The thing that could point out to God worked only if He wanted it to. Ridiculous.

!Sam smiled at that and looked up at his counterpart. "God...Didn't even knew He existed until a few days ago..." !Sam started to trail off and looked up at his brother.

"Let's just say he didn't find us interesting anymore and leave it at that." !Dean added and everyone nodded in understanding. It was a bit of a shock for Sam and Dean to learn, God was never on their side, just playing them all this time. Well, it might have been more of a shock for Sam, who always believed in Him, had a bit of that blind faith that He works in mysterious ways, but that everything will turn out ok in the end.

Dean wasn't so gullible. To him, it always felt like Chuck was just another dead-beat dad, even if Chuck told him he was projecting. Maybe he was, maybe he wasn't, but either way, Chuck wasn't there when the gates of Hell opened. He wasn't there when the cage was opened. He wasn't there when the upcoming apocalypse rained chaos all over the world. And don't even get me started on the Leviathans.

I mean they were his children whose bickering could have caused the world to burn. And Leviathans were his creation that he discarded and placed in the purgatory so he didn't have to deal with them. Scoop 'em under a rug, why doncha? Then there were Abaddon and Metatron, at the same freaking time? Seriously if his own sister hadn't shown up... Dean frowned at his own thoughts. Was Amara even real, or just another one of His illusions, His stories?

"J...Jack?" a very confused and a slightly trembling gruff voice of an angel sounded and brought Dean back from his thoughts. He looked up at his friend only to see him completely pale, face in complete disbelief. "No... No, it can't be you..." Cass shook his head, felt like he couldn't breathe. A part of him was worried he was seeing things and a different part just... It just knew.

"I'm not him, Castiel." Jay said leaning on the doorframe and sipping on his bear. And Cass took a deep breath, his eyes went wide as he gazed into Jay like he was having an epiphany. He uttered to say something but Jay interrupted "Yes, I am a version of him. Yes, I am a nephilim, a son of Lucifer – Jay dragged on like any annoyed teenager – Yes, I am a Winchester and yes, there are a few things different about me."

Jay took another sip of his beer and unleaned from the door frame. He went past them all in a lazy manner, dragging his feet and just feeling sooooo bored. He threw himself on a chair and emptied the beer bottle. "None of that matters right now." he said looking up at Cass."What matters is that we stop Chuck from unmaking the world. And we only have 6 days to do it."

"Why..." Dean started, and it seemed like the teen knew what he was going to ask.

"Why 6 days? Cuz it only took Him that much to make the world in the first pace, remember? And then on the seventh day, he kicked back and watched the show." Jay explained almost snickering. "But not to worry. – he added with a silver spark in his eyes – I've got a plan."


A\N: Next chapter we've got more Winchesters incoming. And I might explain the plan. Or a part of it. Or not.