Chapter Six
Special thanks to one of my readers, who gave me part of this idea. I couldn't resist.
Dean opened the motel door, and Sam froze in his tracks.
"Holy shit…" said Sam.
"What is it?" asked Dean.
"You were right," said Sam. "This is freaky."
Future Sam and Future Dean looked up at Sam from the table. Sam had on sunglasses for the photosensitivity.
"He can see?" asked Future Sam.
"Yep," said Dean. "Almost as good as new."
"Good, we can start researching," said Future Dean.
"Researching what?" asked Sam as he closed the door.
"Our past, your future," said Future Dean. "Come on, let's go over this."
An hour later, they had compiled a list of names, along with the cities, grave locations, and how to get rid of them. The list was, of course, made by Future Sam, so it looked professional. It looked something like this:
Name.-------------Location--------------------Creature.
Max Miller-----------Saginaw, Michigan-------------Psychic.
The Benders--------Hibbing, Minnesota-----------People.
Meg Masters---------Chicago, Illinois--------------Demon.
Mordecai Murdoch----Richardson, Texas----------Tulpa.
Dr. Hydecker----------Fitchburg, Wisconsin--------Shtriga
The Merchants--------New Paltz, New York--------Ghost
And on it went through the past five years of the Winchesters' lives. The four of them already knew what each hunt had been like, Dean and Sam having read the books. And now they had a plan…kill the Yellow-Eyed Demon in that woman's nursery in Salvation, Iowa. Now that they knew where it was gonna be, they could catch it off guard and end the whole thing before it got too far…before it could take their dad, before Sam died, before Dean died, before the whole business with the seals got started. Once the demon was dead, they were free to finish up their hunts and leave this hunting life if they wanted.
"So, that's everything?" asked Dean.
"Yeah, looks like," said Future Sam. "I think we got everything."
"Yeah, we did," said Future Dean. "Okay, now how are you two getting back?"
"Well, we were thinking Castiel could send us back," said Sam.
Future Dean shook his head. "No good."
"Why not?" asked Dean.
"Castiel isn't on heaven's payroll anymore," said Future Dean. "Not since he joined us…since he rebelled. He was officially cast out of the VIP club."
"Well, then, what do we do?" asked Sam.
Future Dean looked over at Future Sam.
"Don't look at me," said Future Sam. "I got no clue."
"Great, so now we're stuck here?" asked Dean.
"We're not sure," said Future Dean.
"Well, until we get sure, I'm gonna get a beer," said Dean, heading for the door.
Once Dean opened the door and walked outside, he was yanked off of his feet and down the sidewalk.
"Dean!" Sam yelled as the three of them jumped up, rushing for the door.
They looked around, but there was no Dean in sight…just a smear of blood on the sidewalk.
"What the hell?" said Sam.
"It could only be a few things, having disappeared that fast," said Future Sam. "Demon, angel. But my money's on Lucifer."
"Why would Lucifer want Dean?" asked Sam. "I thought he was after me."
"Well, since me, or rather Michael, is the one that kills Lucifer..." said Future Dean.
"Dammit," muttered Sam.
Dean came to with a blinding headache, and he raised his head to look at his surroundings. He was in a small, circular room that looked much like a cellar. He was seated in the center of it, and that's when he noticed that he couldn't move. He looked down to see a set of chains tying him to the chair he was in.
"What the hell?" said Dean, frowning.
"Ah, Dean, you're awake."
Dean looked up to see a man standing at the closed door. He was smiling at Dean with cold eyes.
"Who are you?" asked Dean.
The man seemed to frown, but then nodded. "Yes, of course, you haven't met me yet. My name is Lucifer."
Dean's eyes widened. "Lucifer, huh? I thought it was Sam you wanted."
"Well, that's true. But I need to keep you under wraps. Can't have you running off to say 'yes' to Michael, now, can I?"
Dean stared at him. He thinks I'm the other one. He doesn't know there are four of us. Well, two can play that game.
"You stay the hell away from my brother!"
"Calm down, Dean. You know I wouldn't hurt him. But it has to be your brother. It has to be. You don't have to be afraid of me, Dean. What do you think I'm going to do?"
"I don't know. Maybe deep-fry the planet?"
"Why? Why would I want to destroy this stunning thing? Beautiful in a trillion different ways—the last perfect handiwork of God? You ever hear the story of how I fell from grace?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh, good God. You're not gonna tell me a bedtime story, are you? My stomach's almost out of bile."
"You know why God cast me down? Because I loved him. More than anything. And then God created…" Lucifer chuckled, "you. The little…hairless apes. And then he asked all of us to bow down before you—to love you more than him. And I said, 'Father—I can't.' I said, 'These human beings are flawed, murderous.' And for that…God had Michael cast me into hell. Now, tell me…does the punishment fit the crime? Especially when I was right? Look at what six billion of you have done to this thing. And how many of you blame me for it?"
"You're not fooling me. You know that? With this sympathy-for-the-devil crap. I know what you are."
"What am I?"
"You're the same thing, only bigger. The same brand of cockroach I've squashed my whole life—an ugly, evil, belly-to-the-ground, supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you is the size of your ego."
Lucifer smiled coldly. "I like you, Dean. I get what the other angels see in you. Goodbye. I'll be seeing you soon." He began to head out of the room.
"You better kill me now!" Dean yelled suddenly, thinking off the top of his head.
Lucifer turned to face him. "Pardon?"
"You better kill me now. Or I swear, I will find a way to kill you. And I won't stop."
"I know you won't," said Lucifer, walking towards Dean. "I know you won't say 'yes' to Michael, either. And I know you won't kill Sam. So maybe you're right." He smiled coldly, sending chills down Dean's spine.
"Come on!" Sam yelled as they rushed out of the Impala. "The GPS in his phone says he's here!"
They headed for a building in the clearing in the woods, creeping along the side. Sam had a saltgun, Future Dean had his .45 loaded with iron rounds, and Future Sam had Ruby's knife; they were ready for anything. As they were sneaking into the empty house, Future Dean suddenly yelled out in pain.
"Dean!" Future Sam yelled. He rushed to Future Dean's side as he collapsed to the ground, still yelling in pain. He was clutching his chest, and grimacing in what looked like horrible pain.
"What is it?" asked Sam.
"It's probably something happening to your Dean," said Future Sam. "Oh, God..." Future Dean stopped yelling and went limp in Future Sam's arms. "No!" Future Dean suddenly disappeared from in front of them. Future Sam looked up at Sam. "That cannot be good."
They rushed for an open door that led down to a basement. They walked down the staircase, looking around. There was an open door that led to a smaller room, and they crept into the room. What they saw froze them in their tracks…
Dean lay bent backwards over the chair he was chained to, eyes staring up at the ceiling unblinkingly. Blood ran from his open mouth, smearing down his chin to combine with the blood on his torso. His chest was torn in the middle, a gaping hole where his heart should have been. Blood pooled on the floor under the chair, still dripping from Dean's cooling corpse.
Oh, crap! I killed Dean twice!