She stared at him with hard blue eyes. "You are supposed to be dead."
Dean cracked a smile. "That's not the first time I've heard those words."
"How about this, Dean Winchester: welcome to the year 2034."
"Excuse me?" asked Dean.
"What the hell are you doing here?" the girl demanded.
"I…don't know," he said. "I just found myself here. I'm from 2014."
A sudden sadness filled the girl's eyes. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but you'll be dead in a year."
Dean cleared his throat. "So you're tellin' me that I've technically been dead for nineteen years?"
The girl nodded. "Technically."
Someone within the circle scoffed. "The head bitch'll get a kick out of seeing him."
The girl turned her attention to him. "She won't find out." She addressed the rest of the occupants of the room. "She can't find out. She killed him and his brother once already. She doesn't need to do it again. You're all dismissed."
The room cleared out immediately, leaving Dean, the girl and two others: a male and a female.
"Who's the 'she' that won't find out I'm here?" asked Dean.
The girl waved the question away. "All in due time, Winchester. All in due time. In the meantime, this is Indigio Lane and Grey McIntire," she said, pointing to the individuals behind her. "My name is Maecyn. You can call me Mace."
Dean smiled slightly, still a little shaken about what was happening. It wasn't every day that he suddenly found himself twenty years in the future. Granted, he was used to ending up somewhere that he wasn't supposed to be, but he hated having to see where he and his brother were going to end up. And apparently they were soon going to not be alive. And stay not alive.
"Where…am I?" he asked carefully.
"That's classifi-"
"Grey," Mace interrupted the female. "Go check on our inside man, would you?"
Grey lowered her head, glaring daggers at Dean then left the room. "Whatever you say, Captain."
"She doesn't like me much, does she?" wondered Dean.
"Your deaths are what started the war," explained Indigio. "Many people have suffered."
"It's a war. There are always casualties." Mace paused. "Unfortunately my father is added to the long list of the dead."
Indigio hung his head, obviously mourning that loss.
Mace looked at Dean. "In answer to your question, we are in what used to be Lawrence, Kansas. Your birthplace and mine. This is our headquarters." She motioned to the room that was empty apart from a chalkboard on one of the walls and a few chairs. On the chalkboard was a crudely drawn map of the United States where several of the states were crossed out, leaving most of the Midwest blank. Kansas and Illinois were circled, as was Kentucky. Dean figured that these were the locations of the sides of the war.
Speaking of war… "So, who's all involved in this war?" Dean looked to Mace who seemed to be the one in charge.
"It's humans and angels versus angels versus demons," came the reply.
"And which side am I on right now?"
"The humans and angels," answered Indigio. "Considering a majority of us are the offspring of both, we've been able to come together."
"So a lot of you are Nephilim or what?"
"Something like that. Except we're the products of the fallen angels. So we aren't fully Nephilim," Mace said.
"You say 'we' like you two are." Dean was totally lost. He didn't figure that the fallen angels in his time were getting down and dirty with humans. He silently hoped that whatever liar angel was inside Sam wasn't doing the nasty. He didn't want to suddenly run into his niece or nephew.
Mace and Indigio nodded.
"Well, Indigio is. My parents were both fallen angels."
"That's why Mace is our leader," explained Indigio. "Because she's the strongest of all of us."
"Someone had to take over for my father," she grumbled.
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Would I know him?"
Mace nodded, sighing. "But, we need to get you a disguise before we go anywhere else."
"A disguise?"
"Well we can't have you wandering around here when you're supposed to be dead, now can we?"
Dean groaned. "I guess not."
Author's Note: Well, there you go. Chapter One. I hope it's okay so far. And I know the intro was so short, but whatever.
I wanted to at least get chapter one up (and maybe chapter two) before the next semester began next week.
Enjoy!
Kisses, Rachel
