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ACT TWO—THE RESCUE & HISTORY
FUTURE—WITH DEAN
He was pacing back and forth in the compartment but he feared for his brother clearly. Though he now knew most of his powers, yet the one thing to save him, he hadn't figured out. What was the speciality of the bond here?
"Damn it!" Dean cursed frustrated. "How, in God's name, can I find you, Chris?"
All of a sudden, he shivered again and found the trigger to open the brotherly bond the Halliwells shared. 'Chris? Can you hear me?' Dean asked curiously and afraid.
'Yeah. What took you so long? I'm kinda hurt here.' Chris's answer was barely hearable but the pain was clearly there.
'Sorry. Any idea how do I get to you?'
He could sense how Chris rolled his eyes. 'Funny. We can orb, dumb ass! Find the trigger and then come and get me!' Chris was sour, that was sure.
'Wait. How do you know what's going on? Do you know it maybe?' Dean asked hopefully.
'No. All our triggers differ...but you should hurry, bro. I can't hold on any longer. Ouch! Hurry, bro.' The connection was cut off abruptly and only silence was left.
"Okay, that sounded harsh. I need to find another trigger or a damn spell to come to him. Think, Dean, think." Dean started to pace again before his instincts took over. "Right, this could work.
Take me to where my brother is,
so I can kick the demon's ass."
Swirling white lights engulfed Dean and he looked forward to how the underworld would like here.
IN THE PAST
Wyatt and Sam had retreated in the old living room where couches still stood. Sighing, Wyatt waited for the question from Sam but still, there was a fear for his own little brother. Some thing was going on in the future.
"Okay," Sam started slowly. "You may look like Dean but you're surely not him. For once, you like witches and understand their reasonings. So, who are you really?"
Wyatt sighed good naturally. "Okay, I'm a witch for real and my name's Wyatt Halliwell." He looked at Sam directly. "We've been taught how to treat ghosts well and also how to vanquish demons, our enemies from the underworld. Our whole purpose is to protect Innocents from said demons."
"Oh." Sam was interested, that was sure. "Do you have any siblings, family?"
Wyatt laughed. "Yeah, a little brother—just like you, by the way. My whole family is still alive—with aunts, uncles and many, many cousins. Quite annoying, still. Before you start, I know all about you already."
"Wait. How?" A moment of silence followed before Sam muttered, "Castiel. Can I ask what your little brother's name is? As you said, we're quite alike."
"Oh. You are for sure, believe me. And his name is Chris, sometimes too smart for his own good. As his big brother, I'm always concerned—just like now."
"Just like Dean, really." Sam watched Wyatt closely and could literally see his fear in his face. "And what do you mean by 'now'? What's going on?"
"I can't really say," Wyatt admitted afraid. "All I have is a bad gut feeling. Besides, we as brothers share a special bond."
Sam nodded in understanding. "What can we do? Change you two back somehow?"
He shook his head. "Won't work. Castiel said Dean had to learn his lesson, no matter what. We can only hope that Dean figured my powers out and help my little brother, just like he'd do for you, Sammy."
Again a nod, but Sam came closer to Wyatt and laid a hand on the man's arm. "I'm sure he will. He knows what at stake here. Believe me, please."
Wyatt only nodded but said nothing. Laying his head on his arms, he could only wait and felt still a bit better that Sam was at his side. They felt like brothers as well.
MEANWHILE—IN THE FUTURE, UNDERWORLD
Dean reformed astonished in a dark cave. A loud 'Watch out!' alerted him to a fireball coming his way. "All right, that's something anew," he commented dryly. Turning around, he sent out a massive power wave. "Now, what do you think of this?"
"Not bad, but you're the Twice-Blessed brat," the demon replied smugly. "Name's Scabius, a Scabber demon who's out for revenge."
"Revenge? Why did you take my little brother then?" Dean asked curiously but hoped to slowly walk closer to the cage.
"He is the one who once pretended to be one of us. He needs to be killed—slowly and painfully. My clan is very eager to get his revenge," Scabius explained smiling. "See, all good."
Dean scoffed. "Yeah, right. But how could Chris do what you described? It doesn't make sense, you know."
"Oh, that's easy. Time travel. Ever heard of it? It's a common thing sometimes."
Dean swallowed hard, knowing to be true. After all, Castiel and other angels had sent him through time as well. "Let's say, I believe you. How can we solve our little problem now? I want my brother back, you know."
"Yeah, well, sorry but we want our revenge." Scabius snapped his fingers and all of a sudden, the cave was crowded with Scabber demons. "You were saying, Wyatt?"
"Not good." Dean ran closer to Chris's cage. "Any idea how to vanquish them? What's their weapon, by the way?"
"Didn't you look into the Book before you came here? Right, wrong question," Chris replied annoyed. "Never mind. It's their yellow acid which comes out of their mouth. And it kills them too. We'd need a good plan to kill them all."
"Okay, ew. At first, I should free you, Chris." Dean's hand moved to the crystals but was zapped immediately. "Ouch. This is not good." He looked at the demons and his brother. "Any ideas now?"
Again silence. "Chris?"
"I'm thinking, man," he answered annoyed. "Okay, this could work. If we combine our telekinesis and with that break these crystals, I'm free."
Dean accepted quickly. "Okay, let's do it." He and his brother waved their hands at the same time and certainly, the crystals exploded. "Great idea, Chris, really. And what about those cretins?"
"Same trick but this time with both hands. Got it?"
Dean nodded and did the same like Chris. It seemed to work quite well but there were still too many. "And what now, Chrissie boy?" he asked in fear.
"Stay calm, go on and let me think!" Chris yelled out loud. "Alright, here we go:
Scabber's acid go out their mouths,
And vanquish your owner's bodies now. Lame, but it works."
The Scabber demons were killed by their own acids and the Halliwells were freed by orbing back to their train.
"And now I want some explanation from you because you're surely not my real brother Wyatt," Chris said after sitting down. "Care to share?"
Dean swallowed hard. "Okay. How did you know but I can really explain, I think."
Chris leaned closer into his chair. "We have all the time."
"Right."
Dean started to pace, thinking before starting to tell his story.
IN THE PAST
Wyatt slowly began to feel better but it was not over yet. His brother was not healed. Sighing, he drew the attention to him and put his head on his arms. "Chris, please, be okay," he whispered more to himself.
"Hey Wyatt, you okay?" Sam requested concerned. "You've been quiet for some time. Is with Chris everything okay again? Wyatt?"
"What? Yeah, it's okay, I think. The only thing I still feel is or are his wounds."
Sam nodded but could also read the meaning behind it. "Well, are you saying me that you can also heal?"
Wyatt simply nodded but smirked too. "As I said, you're just as smart as my baby brother. Castiel was right, I think."
"What do you mean?"
"He'd said that the little brothers would play an important role in 'this' game. It's not a game, it's a simple test, nothing else."
"You're right," Sam agreed smiling. "But you sound a lot like my brother now." He looked directly at Wyatt. "Now where did you learn it from?"
Wyatt laughed. "Not from your brother, believe me. Yet from my brother. He's not only neurotic but also sarcastic, stubborn, kind, humorous. Quite a lot like our Mom."
"Same goes for me." Sam looked around and slowly stood up. "All right, our work here is done and we should return to our hotel. There we can wait for the back exchange."
Wyatt agreed and stood up as well. "Let's go then."
The two Winchesters went back to their car and drove to their hotel; waiting, eating and again waiting.
IN THE FUTURE—IN THE TRAIN
Chris watched the man, who pretended to be his brother, a bit amused. "Are you going to tell me or do I need to pull a teeth, one after another? Out with it, man!"
"Okay, okay, no need to get physical here," Dean cried out annoyed and sat down. Sighing, he began to tell his story, "All right. My real name is Dean Winchester and I'm a hunter. As for being here, I'd assume that I was exchanged with your brother Wyatt and the reason would be my hate for witches."
Chris was shocked. "You hate witches?" All of a sudden, he coughed. "Sorry, I forgot the wounds. So why do you hate witches, Dean?"
"Let me heal you, Chris," Dean suggested and held his hands over Chris's body. All wounds were gone then. "See, I already know. As for my hate for witches, it has grown with life since I'm a hunter. My brother and I do that for living."
"I see and I'm impressed of you to figure out how to heal," Chris said astonished and smirked. "So back to your hate. How has it grown?"
Dean sighed. "Well, we deal with witches from time to time and most of them are bad, meaning black magic. Some sell their souls to demons, others are long lived and very powerful. In my universe, they chant spells, like you did as well, and have a Book of Shadows."
"Cool and interesting," Chris said smirking. "We have a Book of Shadows as well but we use it for good. We'll save innocent people—like you are, for example. Plus, we can't use spells for personal gain. Otherwise, consequences! Not funny, I can tell you."
Dean laughed good naturally. "I'd have never thought that there are rules in the Wiccan world. As I said, we only met bad ones."
"Oh, we have bad guys as well, known as demons, warlocks and many other beings as you now realized. So has this experience changed your mind?" Chris looked up curiously.
Another sigh. "Yeah." He looked at his hands. "Strange, these powers but the effect is immense. My brother was right that good witches exist too. Who would have thought?" He smirked at Chris. "Yeah, I've changed my opinion."
Chris held a finger up. "Yet you shouldn't underestimate witches in general. They can be good or evil, so maybe you should do some research first—like we do."
"Therefore my brother exists. He's just as smart as you are and really a nerd. His name is Sam, by the way."
"Thanks for the info but I didn't need to know that."
Dean laughed again. "I'm going to tell Sammy that but I'm sure your brother has already told mine. Also that you two are nearly the same. Nerds." He felt a slap at his head. "Ow. What was that?"
"A version of my telekinesis." Chris blew his hands out like a gun. "Very useful." Again a smirk.
"How can your brother live with you?" Dean said very annoyed. "You're impossible! Worse than my brother, I have to admit."
"That's good, I think." Chris looked at him. "So what now? Just wait until my brother is back or what?"
"I'd say so. Castiel would know or your Elders, I think." Dean sat down as well. "Should I contact him by calling?"
"He's your angel, not mine. Do what you want."
"Very funny." Dean looked up and yelled, "Cas! Cas, c'mon, we need you!" As an answer, there was an orb and revealed a person he didn't know. "Oh. Who are you?"
"Sandra," Chris greeted the woman, standing up. "What are you doing here? Do you know about this by accident? Tell me."
"Indeed, I do, Chris." The Elder turned to Dean. "I expect Castiel is busy with Wyatt in the past, and I believe the exchange will be made soon. Have patience, boys."
"Okay. What else is there?" Dean said frustrated. "Thank you though. Where we're going to, Chris?"
"Family. San Francisco. Regular meeting," Chris answered like a soldier. Sandra had gone back up in the Heavens, again, meanwhile. "So waiting, again. Nice."
Now Dean smirked. The Halliwell brothers for once enjoyed the view on the landscape via train. A new experience for both of them.
IN THE PAST—A HOTEL ROOM—AT THE SAME TIME
Sam and Wyatt were eating their dinner, though it was fast food only. Sam spoke up, "Quite good, don't you think? Yet I can't still believe that Chris can cook. You must be very lucky."
"Ha," Wyatt answered with his mouth full. "He takes after Mom in that case while I do after our Dad who was a handyman once. Chris was always in the kitchen as a child, therefore he's nearly a chef but he also wants to be a doctor which was Dad's first job."
Sam was confused. "Wait. Has your Dad had more than one job in life or did I miss anything here? I don't get it."
"It's a rather complicated and long story but with a happy end, I can assure you." There was a noise like the flapping of wings. "Never mind. Hello Castiel, nice to see you again. What's up?"
Sam turned around as well. "Cas, hi. So did Dean learn his lesson about witches? Tell us, please."
Castiel sighed and sat down on one of the beds. "As I've heard from the Elders, he did. Dean even managed to heal your brother, Wyatt. He tested your powers out but could save him as well. I'm impressed, I think."
Wyatt simply nodded. "I've felt it. Chris was good again. Our bond is strong, no matter what time we're in. Anyway, when does the back exchange happen?"
"When you're sleeping again," Castiel offered smiling. "Besides, you're still on the way to San Francisco."
"Right."
"Let's sleep then," Sam suggested and looked at both. "The earlier we're in bed, the faster the exchange happens." He stood up and walked straight to his bed.
Castiel was gone as Wyatt did the same, yet sleep came faster than wanted. After all, the brothers were just tired after a long day.
IN THE FUTURE the same thing happened as well. It was time.
TBC ...
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