Thank you to those of you who reviewed. I'm having a great time with this story and I can't wait to for you guys to read it. I'm trying to keep the future from being too sci-fi or advance. You'll see that in this chapter. Still don't own anything except Andy (for now). They all belong to Eric Kripke and the CW.
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Andy wipes his eyes dry as he tries to figure out what he just heard. Castiel said they died. He wouldn't lie about that. And what the hell are they talking about? Apocalypse? Thing are bad, I'll give them that, but they wouldn't compare it to that; not after what they went through. Unless… "No; he wouldn't…" Andy whispers. He looks up to see the waitress walking by and he catches her eye with a smile.
"Need a refill, sweetheart?" she asks as she walks over to Andy.
"Uh, no, thank you. I kinda have a dumb question for you. I just flew in from visiting a friend in Europe and the time change coming back always has screwed me up. Could you tell me what today's date is?" Andy flashes a small smile.
"No problem; sweetie. It's January 10th."
"And the year?" The waitress gives a strange look and Andy shrugs. "It was a long visit."
"2009." Seeing the look of shock that slip across Andy's face. "Everything okay?
"Yeah, yeah; everything's great," Andy says as he pushes himself out of the booth and rushes towards the door. "Thanks again for the coffee."
The diner doors burst open as Andy sprints out. He turns to the left and sees a newspaper dispenser. Kneeling down, his eyes scan the date line at the top; confirming what the waitress had told him. Andy lets his head fall onto the glass plate as the information sink in. "27 years…You took me 27 years back in time!!" I'm not even born for another year!!
Taking a deep breath; Andy stands back up. "Cas, you better have a plan for all this." Looking back at the diner, he chews on the inside of his lip. Should I go back in there and tell them who I am? They won't believe me. Hell they might shot me before I get a chance to explain; all things considered. Looking slightly to the right, Andy sees something that makes him smile and he starts walking towards it.
"Hey gorgeous," he says when he reaches the black Chevy Impala. "It's nice to see one familiar face around." He lets his hand hover over the roof and down the side of the passenger door. "I've always been partial to bikes, but when it comes to you, baby; there's no debate. I'll let you in on a little secret…even reaching your 70th birthday, you're still the hottest thing around. Dad and I make sure of that."
"Hey!" Turning around, Andy sees his deep green glaring back at him as Dean and Sam stride toward him. Andy can't help, but stare at his dad, or rather the thirty year old version of his dad. Even with everything that happened, he still looks the same. Okay, gray hair and more scars, but still…
"You mind backing away from the car," Dean says as he gets closer.
Andy throws his hand up in surrender. "Sorry, I was just admiring it. She's a beauty. '67 Chevrolet Impala, right?"
Sam joins them and Andy glances over at him. I bet I know more about your relationship with Ruby than your own brother right now. Turning his attention back to Dean, he catches the last part of his dad's question. "…know so much about cars?"
Andy lowers his hands. "My dad has a car like it." The exact same one. "She's a classic. You take really good care of her."
"Thanks. Well it was nice to meet-Cas!!
Andy spins around to Castiel standing right behind him. "Hello Andy," he says with his piercing blue staring straight at him.
Okay, time for answers. Andy crosses his arms. "You know for a guy who's not suppose to have a sense of humor, this is one messed up joke."
"This is not a joke." Castiel sets a pair of keys on the roof of the Impala. "There is a hotel called the Black Ridge about a mile and a half down the road. I will explain everything there."
"Cas, who the hell is this guy?" Dean asks but Castiel ignores him. "We will be waiting for you there."
"We? What 'we' are you talking…" Andy starts to ask before Castiel grabs his arm, and with a flash of white light, the two of them are inside the hotel room. Andy starts wobbling on his feet and collapses in the chair. "You really need to start warning me about angelic light-speed travel."
Castiel looks at him briefly before turning to the window. "I think you would be use to it by now."
That almost sounded like taunting coming from an angel. Almost. "You mind telling me what is going on here?"
Castiel turns back to Andy with a questioning look on his face. "What you mean?"
You little son of a…Andy get out of the chair and into Castiel's face. "Ooohhh, I don't know; maybe the part about being 27 years in the past, the fact that my eyes are green for the first time in almost two years, the fact that Dad has not idea who I am…Do I need to continue?"
Castiel doesn't back down, he just continues to stare at Andy; who steps back and sits on the bed, looking guilty. "As I told you at the warehouse, I brought you here to offer strength for your father and perhaps courage for you."
"Why?" Andy spat back at him. "They're already dead in the future; that can't be change."
"Anything can be changed, Andúril" Andy looks up into his eyes, a flicker of hope burning in his eyes. "As far as your eyes; it just a mask. I thought given their recent change in color might make your family a little hesitant. As long as you don't use your…newly acquired strengths, they will remain their natural color."
"Cas, why would you help me? After everything that happened…" Andy stands up just as the door opens and Sam and Dean walk in; a little less than happy.
"Cas, we have a new case to work on. However your new junior associate we don't need him; especially if he's anything like Uriel.
Andy starts to open his mouth in protest, but Castiel speaks first. "He is not an angel or a 'junior associate'. He is here to help you."
"Have we met him before? There's something familiar; I can't put my finger on it," Sam asks Castiel without turning to Andy.
"I'm standing right, b!tch." Both Sam and Deans' heads whip back to look at Andy at Dean's nickname for Sam. Well that's one way to break the ice.
"How did you know to call him that?" Dean asks with shock in his voice.
"Because he has grown up hearing it his entire life." Sam and Dean look back at Castiel in bewilderment. "His name is Andúril Dante Masters; Andy for short. He's your son Dean."
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