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Somehow Chris talked Dean into letting him tag along, because he now sat beside me while we trekked hundreds of miles to Bobby's in South Dakota.

"Remind me why Cub Scout back there got to tag along," Dean muttered. In retaliation I kicked my knee into the bench of a front seat. I groaned at the pain in my knee, but smirked in victory as Dean sent me a glare through the rearview mirror.

"Just focus on getting us to Bobby's in one piece," I replied. I leaned back into the leather seat and turned my head to Chris, who looked more in awe to be riding in the Impala than anything.

"I can't believe I'm riding in a car like this," he murmured. He turned towards me then and smiled.

"It's not all it's cracked up to be," I replied.

"Hey!" Dean yelled, causing me to jump slightly. I should've expected this reaction from him; God forbid I say anything against his baby. "She has been restored more times than Joan Rivers has gotten plastic surgery. You be nice to her."

Sam chuckled. "Dean, you only really fully restored your baby once. I'm pretty sure Joan Rivers has had way more procedures done."

"Just focus on getting us to Bobby's," I replied. I closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep.


I felt something shaking my shoulder. My first instinct was to shove it off, and when that didn't work, I grumbled, "Leave me alone or I'll kill you before you can even utter that you're sorry."

"Didn't realize you were so violent."

My eyes snapped open to a smirking Chris. I growled and swapped my hand at his chest. I pushed myself up out of the uncomfortable backseat and found my way out of the car. We had made it to Bobby's in the time that I fell asleep.

Walking up the steps to Bobby's, I did the usual test in front of him. I slid out the silver knife from my back pocket and sliced my arm slightly, took out a salt packet I had stashed in that same pocket and chugged it down—I desperately wanted to cough the awful-tasting condiment back up—and grasped the beer doused in holy water waiting for me. I took a drink and waited for the signal to know it was all clear.

"Why did you cut yourself?" Chris asked as he ran up behind me.

"Who the hell is this?" Bobby asked.

I sighed and grabbed Chris' arm. I did the same test on him with him fighting every step of the way. After he was cleared, Bobby asked again, "Who the hell is this?"

"Chris," I replied. "He's an old friend of mine. Got kind of tangled in the web before we left to meet you here."

Bobby cursed under his breath before saying, "That's about the worst thing that could happen, Trina."

"I know, Bobby."

He finally let the two of us pass into his house. I had to make sure Chris didn't disturb any of the salt lines, but we made it inside. He gave me a look, and I merely shook my head. He would probably never be able to fully grasp all the protection rituals that hunters took.

"So you're the girl who's shacking up with Dean." I turned towards the stairs as a boy who looked no older than late teens to early twenties walked down the stairs. He stopped on one of the stairs and merely stared at me. "The angel who brought me back told me a lot about you."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Like how you're supposed to bring about an antichrist baby by sleeping with Lucifer," he replied.

"What?" I asked. I felt Chris stiffen beside me. "What the hell does that mean?"

From behind me, Bobby sighed. "Kids been spouting nonsense since he got here, and eating like he just got out of the ground too."

"They say I'm supposed to defeat Lucifer," Adam said. "When I say yes to Michael."

"Look, kid, you have no idea what it'd be like to have an Archangel in you." Dean stepped into the foyer. "Don't think we won't stop you from saying yes."

"What are you going to do? You're the one who won't say yes in the first place," Adam replied coldly. Something didn't feel right to me about this kid, and I intended to find out what it was. Suddenly Adam brightened up and said, "Man, I'm starving. Can we go find some burger joint that makes good food?"

"You dissing my food, you idjit?"

Adam smiled so brightly, I almost forgot what he'd just said about me apparently sleeping with Lucifer. As if I'd ever let that happen; I'd sooner die than let that happen.

We turned and walked out to the Impala. Instead of settling into the back with Suddenly-Back-to-Living Adam, I decided I wanted some bonding time with Bobby.

I hopped into his car and he took off first, his car puffing out black smog that threatened to enter the car.

Instantly, I turned to Bobby. "What did Adam mean?"

"What do you mean?" Bobby asked.

"You heard him, Bobby; he said I was meant to bring the antichrist into the world!" I exclaimed. "Is that why Castiel ordered Sam and Dean to take care of me? Is that why I've been on lockdown with the two ever since I met them?"

"I don't know," Bobby replied. "All I know is what I've heard floating around. I don't even think they know the truth."

"And you didn't think to warn me?" I asked. "What would have happened if Sam did say yes and Lucy decided to kidnap me? What then?"

"Then I guess you'd have to be thinking about abortion," Bobby replied. "I don't know, kid, but I do know that Sam's not saying yes anytime soon, so you won't have to worry about that ever happening."

My eyes drifted to the scenery before me. Unfortunately, I couldn't even appreciate it with the new nightmare drifting in my head.

Then something hit me.

"Dean went into the future," I whispered. "What if he's known all along?"