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Uncle Sammy's past addiction had always been a touchy subject. Al supposed if it had been possible, Dad would have kept it a secret. It was more for Uncle Sammy's benefit than theirs, and Al could see why he didn't want anyone, much less his nephews, knowing about it. Although Uncle Sammy's past addiction to demon blood didn't tarnish Al's image of him, the blond teen understood why his uncle would think it would. The addiction wasn't something to be proud of, that's for sure.
In the end, their Dad had no choice but to tell them. They had been around the age of thirteen, and had recently started training and studying with the other fledgling angels in heaven. In one of those classes, they taught history. It was Alex and Al's favorite class because they mostly read about their family's achievements.
The Winchester gospel, as written by the prophet, Chuck. Or, as the twins knew him, Uncle Chuck. The other angels in training would always look at them in awe, considering their heritage. Their Dad was revered as the righteous man who saved them from the apocalypse, and their Father, the angel who earned God's favor. Even Uncle Sammy had two whole chapters to himself, despite some of the older angels' protest. Al thought it was silly. Uncle Sammy deserved it. Dad couldn't have done it without him.
Exactly two weeks before they started on the Winchester gospel, their parents sat them down and told them the less glorified version of it. It was certainly more interesting than what they would study a fortnight later in a textbook. When Dad had mentioned Uncle Sammy's addiction, it had been brief. Not surprising as Al could tell that it still bothered him. Now the blue eyed teenager could see why.
Uncle Sammy was wild. His heartbeat was erratic and he had demon blood smeared all over his mouth. The demon was still screaming, and Al could smell the metallic tinge of her fresh blood in the surrounding air. For a long period of time, Al and his brother just stood there wide eyed. Then, as if the moment was rehearsed, they realized simultaneously that this wasn't just something they read out of a book; this was something that really happened. Something that was happening now. They had travelled forty-one years into the past, into a time where their parents were still fighting to stop the apocalypse.
The apocalypse. The devil walked the Earth.
Al inhaled deeply before gasping and taking a step back. He could feel fear coiling and slithering at the bottom of his stomach, as if they were snakes. He was actually afraid, very much so, of Uncle Sammy. Uncle Sammy. The same Uncle Sammy that was like a second, oh wait, third father to them. The same Uncle Sammy who took them to baseball games in some random guy's heaven- Warm tears burned in the back of his eyes and Al blinked, feeling them run down his cheeks. He quickly wiped them off with his sleeve.
Trying to rein in his emotions, Al craned his neck to look at his brother. Alex was deathly pale. Blood had drained out of his face, and the teen was biting his lip. Much to his chagrin, his brother had not cried. Of course, he hadn't. Only Al was girly enough to cry at this age. Dad would be ashamed.
Uncle Sammy made quick work with the two demons and within seconds, the tall man was out the door. The twins let go of a breath they didn't know they were holding. As soon as their uncle left, they became visible again.
Neither knew what to say.
It wasn't bad enough that they got tossed back into the past. It wasn't bad enough that they could potentially ruin their chances of being born. No, Dad must have at one point really pissed off fate, because they actually managed to land in the most important year of the millennia. One wrong move and Alex and Al could completely screw up everything their family worked for.
"I will undo the wrongs of the past and our master, Lucifer, shall be free!" This was what the witch meant. Alex and Al might just finish the job for her.
They were doomed. An eternity passed before Alex spoke.
"I think I know exactly where we've landed," the red headed teen said after a deep breath. Alex had to be the one who remained stable enough for the both of them.
The older twin walked over to the only table in the bloody motel room. Condensed notes and information regarding their Dad and uncle's case were splayed out over the desk and Alex scanned through some of them quickly. "Look here. We have people drinking and eating themselves to death, infatuated couples committing suicide and ugh... a college girl and her date who devoured each other during sex." Alex's face screwed up in revulsion before resuming. "To top it off, you've consumed like a dozen burgers since we got here. I think we landed right before Father, Dad and Uncle Sammy came up with the plan. They're still dealing with the horsemen."
"T-The horsemen," Al repeated shakily. This was unbelievable; the four horsemen were the stuff of legends. Their Dad and Uncle had used the horsemen's rings to open Lucifer's cage. "If that is so, the one here must be..."
"And then will come Famine, riding on a black steed. He will ride into the land of the plenty. And great will be the horseman's hunger for he is hunger. His hunger will seep out and poison the air," Alex quoted their Father directly from their old textbooks.
"What are we going to do?" Al asked, swallowing slowly. "S-Should we have gone after Uncle Sammy?" The older twin looked at him weirdly.
"Al, I thought we established this long ago. I shouldn't be allowed to make decisions. Last time I did, the succubus we were after kidnapped us and Father had to come save our pathetic, retarded asses," Alex reminded his twin. Al blinked. His fear at their situation diminished as he recalled the case.
"I remember. She tied you to the bed and stripped you down to your boxers. Oh, and she also poured glitter all over your chest. Thankfully, she just knocked me out," Al stated, grinning. "Hey, I heard Uncle Gabriel still had pictures!"
Alex flushed a bright shade of vermilion. "The crazy bitch had a Twilight fetish! And like you said, I was restrained. It wasn't like I could stop her!" The younger twin burst into guffaws. His older brother scowled.
"Thanks, Alex. I needed that," Al admitted after he regained his composure. Alex pretended not to know what the blond was talking about. "Anyway, as much as I don't like letting Uncle Sammy run loose in that state, we should get out of this town as soon as possible. We haven't changed anything so far, and I would like to keep it that way," the flaxen haired youth answered his own question. Alex nodded.
"Okay, but where do we-" Al's eyebrows knitted together as a forgotten fact pushed itself to the front of his mind.
"Wait," the younger sibling demanded. "We can't leave. I forgot that we're both infected by Famine. The virus's contagious." Alex just stared. The thought didn't even occur to him.
"And this is why you're the one who makes the decisions," the older twin said. "Allen Winchester, ladies and gentlemen." Alex applauded. Al shot him a glare.
"I guess we'll just wait it out in our room. We know Dad, Father and Uncle Sammy can handle it." Al broke out in cold sweat. "It's going to be a long wait though. Not surprisingly, I really really want a burger."
Had this been a movie, Alex and Al would be out there chasing after their uncle. In the process, they would almost certainly meet up with their parents and be subjected to a torturous interrogation. Then, after a long explanation of their arrival, they would join up with their relatives and try to change the future for the better. Maybe this time, Uncle Sammy and Uncle Adam wouldn't have to go into the pit at all.
However, this was reality, and fortunately, Alex and Al had more brains than that. Attempting to change things was just plain stupid. The way they saw it, their future, had been the best possible outcome there was. Lucifer and Michael ended up in the cage and everyone else alive or in heaven. So instead of messing with a situation they knew would sort itself out, the twins lazed around in their motel room.
"Dude, stop eating that," Alex ordered from his bed. Al barely glanced at him, still stuffing himself with his seventeenth burger. At some point, the teen had just started conjuring amateurish burgers from thin air. Unlike a proper archangel, they had to know every intricate detail of the object they were conjuring or else the thing would turn out like crap.
"I'm half angel. It's not like I can die from eating too much. And don't tell me what to do!" Al retorted between bites. Alex rolled his eyes. Even now the kid wouldn't talk with his mouth full.
Alex closed his eyes, collapsing on his mattress. Amber eyes plagued his consciousness and God, he felt like such a girl. He wanted to go home! He missed... Okay, stop. Stop it, Winchester. You're a seventeen year old masculine male, not some lovesick prepubescent chick!
The red haired teen was so wrapped up in his own thoughts that he didn't notice his twin observing him closely from across the room.
"You know what's funny?" Al started, munching happily on his burger. "I would have thought you'll be jacking off non-stop in the shower by now. Where did all this self-control come from?" the blond twin teased. Alex turned red again, cursing their Dad's fair coloring.
Al stared at his brother's flustered expression, blue eyes widening in disbelief. "No, no way. You two got together and you didn't tell me?" Al exclaimed, affronted. Alex gaped, shocked.
"W-Wait, how did you-"
The spluttering teen didn't get to finish.
Someone had knocked down their door with a loud, dramatic thud. A grey haired man in a crisp, black suit stood in the doorway. Slowly, the emotionless look on the man's face contorted into a smirk. It was a demon. One of Famine's demons.
"Well, this certainly wasn't what I was expecting."
Cassie: I'm glad you guys liked the previous chapter! Someone suggested I get the cupid from this episode to help them but I couldn't manage to insert him in. It was an interesting suggestion though. Once again, a million thanks to those who reviewed, favorited or followed this story. Dean, Sam and Cas would appear next chapter, I promise.