This time when the light faded and their vision cleared, Sam and Dean found themselves sitting on a while tile floor, under the bright lights of a hospital waiting room, all eyes one them.
Well, all except one set.
That set belong to a dark-haired man in a brown police uniform gripping a Dean much closer to the age of the Dean on the floor by the throat. Then, suddenly, a whirl of white and blue and yellow hit Dean's captor in the head, sending something flying out of his hand. Suddenly the man let go of Dean looking confused. "What the-" He said, feeling the inside of his ear, revealing black goo.
"Dude, I remember this," The Dean on the floor whispered into Sam's ear, "This is that specter case, you know the one in Missouri when I tried to kill you?"
"Yeah, I remember," Sam whispered back, "It's not exactly something you forget."
"Well, apparently here this part of the story has a different ending," Dean said.
The blur stilled revealing itself to be a girl in her mid teens with blonde hair framing an circular face, flowing down her shoulder. She was breathing heavily, her chest moving beneath her white and yellow blouse. She looked somewhat familiar to both the brothers, but they couldn't figure out from where.
The girl turned in their direct and caught sign of them, just as that universe's Dean ran up to her. He grabbed her and wrapped her in his arms, keeping her tight against his chest. "You okay, Em?" Dean whispered gently to the young woman.
"Yeah, I'm fine," The girl said, trying to push Dean away, "But I don't think he's our only problem." She pointed at the Sam and Dean on the ground.
Dean's eyes widened when he saw the two men currently untangling themselves and trying to stand up. "What the Hell?!"
That universe's Dean and the young girl ushered the pair outside, at gun point. "Okay," That universe's Dean said pinning them against the wall, "You got 60 seconds to tell me what the Hell is going on."
"We're you," Dean said, "From a alternate universe. We were going after this witch, and she did a spell, and we've been using the same spell falling from universe to universe trying to get back to ours but there's no way to specify what which universe we go to."
The other Dean just stared at them for a minute, mulling it over.
"I believe them," The girl spoke up.
That universe's Dean turned to look at the girl. "Really?" You're taking their side?"
"It's not that I'm taking their side, it's just-come on, like it's the weirdest thing we've ever encountered, that you've ever encountered?" The girl challenged.
"All right," Dean said, lowering the gun, "You have a point." Then he addressed his other universal counterpart and his brother, saying, "Okay, here's what we're gonna do. I'm gonna call Sam-my Sam, and he and Garth will meet us all back at the motel and we'll get this all sorted out."
As they made their way back to the Impala Dean spoke up, "Can I ask a question?"
"Okay," That universe's Dean said, as he helped the girl into the front seat of the car.
"Who's the girl?" Dean asked, gesturing to young lady now riding shot gun.
That universe's Dean looked at the girl then at the two men. "This is Emma," He said gesturing at the girl, "She's a-she'd actually my daughter."
Both Sam and Dean's heart sank as they realized why she looked so familiar. Emma. The girl Dean had fathered with an Amazon. And one of the most unsavory ethical dilemmas they ever had to deal with.
"You see," Dean began, "There was this case in Settle, something was-"
"Killing men," Sam cut in, "And craving a spider into their chest."
"Yeah," That universes' Dean said, "And then I went to this bar and met..."
"A woman named Lydia," Dean interrupted, his voice hollow, "And you didn't know but she was an Amazon, and you knocked her up..."
This time it was Emma who spoke up. "How do you know all this already?"
"Because this thing happened to us, too," Dean explained, his heart sinking deeper in his chest, swallowing before he said, "And it had a very different outcome."