A/N Okay I admit it I got fed up typing full names at this point though do put an explanation in for the change in names.
As Sam and Dean Winchester started moving the tables, to further block the view of the crowd gathering outside, Dean Forester went over to the confused group of individuals who were currently confused at the appearance of the two men who had come into the diner.
"You weren't kidding were you," Jess said. "There really are two of you."
Dean Forester nodded, "Yep, me and Sam."
"Twins?" Rory asked to which Dean Forester shook his head.
"No."
"Dean, are you sure he isn't our brother?" Clara asked.
Dean Forester smiled, "No – Sam and me, we just look like each other."
Clara bit her lip. "Are you sure, because there was…. When Dad called the cops about the fact you'd disappeared, I saw this detective asking Mom questions about how you got on with Dad and he kept showing her this picture and she got really confused about it."
"I'll be back in a second," Dean Forester said with a nod before heading out the storeroom door; he came back moments later with a old bound leather journal, which he flipped open to the back to show Clara a few pictures. He pointed to one, a dark haired man sitting on a car with a boy sitting beside him and another on his lap, "Was this the guy in the picture?"
Clara nodded, as her brother flipped through a few more family photos, to one with the two boys again, but this time they were with another man. "And was this the detective?" Dean Forester asked.
"He looked older. With a beard, but it looks like him," Clara admitted.
"Why do I get the feeling that detective wasn't a detective?" Rory said to Dean Forester. "And that you know both of them."
"Not the first one, he's dead. Or so I've been told. That's…."
"Their father?" Rory asked, causing Clara to look at her brother who put out a hand to her.
"Don't worry; Sam and me are definitely not brothers. We're not related. That man isn't my Dad," Dean Forester said to his sister. "It is only some really strung out coincidence that I have the same name as this guy's oldest son and look like his younger one."
"How can you be so sure," Emily asked tentatively as both members of the Forester family whipped round to look at her.
"I'm sure," Dean Forester said.
"And the second man? The detective?" Rory asked.
Dean Forester nodded. "Yep, I know him – his idea to make sure we weren't related."
"What do you mean?" Clara asked to which her brother grinned ear to ear as he remembered how Bobby had taken off for a couple of days and come back with a DNA kit; a kit that had said that the tests reliability would be increased if any other known relatives were tested also. This in the end had lead to the tying up Dean Winchester so they could get his sample to send away due to his lack of co-operation in the whole idea.
"Me and Sam just look alike. We're not brothers or even cousins," Dean Forester said as he continued to grin. "Which is a good thing; because if we were related although he's okay, we'd get the other one too. They're kind of a package deal you see."
April looked over at the doorway as they could hear the sounds of the two men moving furniture in the diner, "They said, it would be okay, that they'd get us all out of it. Then the girl came in the window and then I don't know."
"What girl?" Luke asked.
"They knew her Luke, not that they seemed to like her," April added.
"Not blonde was she?" Dean Forester said with a groan as April nodded.
"Okay, this may seem a weird question, but considering she isn't down here. Did they tie her up or did they raid the kitchen upstairs?" Dean asked. "Even though either one would be bad, please tell me they did something strange with the salt?"
April nodded. "And then the one called Dean, he told her not very politely where to get off, and she said some things back. I think she's still upstairs."
"I suppose that is one good thing then," Dean Forester said.
"How is that good because none of this makes any sense and don't start with the antichrist stuff again," Lorelai said, "How can there be two of you, and if you're not related then why do you look alike and how did you meet up with them, and then what has that got to do with the psycho with the rifle?"
Dean Forester blinked for a second, taking in what she had just said, trying to think where to start explaining.
"Dean?" Luke yelled, trying to get the attention of the man who from appearances had zoned out in front of them.
"What?" Dean Winchester yelled as he stuck his head round the storeroom doorway a moment later.
Sam took a breath, as he appeared beside his brother. "This is going to get confusing, dude."
Both Deans looked at Sam. "You think bro?" Dean Winchester said.
Sam raised an eyebrow, to which his brother's shoulders fell. "No, not the surnames again."
"You think I like it?" Forester asked.
"But…" Winchester protested, turning to scan the crowd, before heading back out to the diner. "Fine then."
Forester turned to the group again, "Okay, here is how this goes he's Winchester, I'm Forester and the other one is just Sam, until we get out of here."
"So, Forester," Jess said sarcastically. "You going to talk or what?"
Forester took a breath as Emily's cell phone went off.
"Excuse me a second?" she said, answering the phone.
"Mom this isn't the time!" Lorelai said as her mother started to have a conversation.
"I'm just explaining to your father what is happening," Emily said curtly before turning her attention back to her telephone conversation.
"Grandpa's heard what is going on?" Rory asked.
"Yes, he has," Emily said, "He says hello by the way, tells you to be safe."
"What the hell is going on?" Winchester asked as he trudged back to the storeroom, "Who has the phone?"
"It's okay, it's her husband – wants to know if she's okay that's all," Forester said as Emily looked slightly panicked.
Winchester sighed, "Fine, but if the cops are listening to the conversation get her to point out about the nut shooting at us first."
"Right," Forester said, as Emily hung up the cell.
"And then take the cell off of her, and the rest of them so when the cops do call, it's us that talk to them, not her," Winchester said as he turned back to join his brother.
"It's okay," Forester said as a scared Emily handed over her cell. "You'll get it back. I promise. I'm sorry for getting you guys involved."
Luke took a breath. "Kid, I always took you as not the brightest tool in the shed but how the hell did you get mixed up in this?"
"Yeah Luke, I really went out looking for something like this," Forester replied.
"He's not saying you did Dean, but, how did you get involved with this and how are you going to get out of it?" Rory asked concerned.
Forester bit his lip, taking a second to collect his thoughts before telling the people in front of him the tale of how someone tried to kill him in Detroit. How he got shot in the leg and after the doctor took the bullet out, he woke up to Dean Winchester's face looking down on him, thinking that he was Sam. That, while still drugged up he'd been dragged out of the hospital and found himself dumped on a bed in a motel when Sam Winchester appeared asking his brother what the hell he was doing kidnapping random people out of hospitals.
"What happened next?" Clara asked. "Is this why we haven't heard from you?"
"Pretty much. I've been staying with friends of Sam and Dean since then really; trying to get a handle on all of this." Forester said, not elaborating on how he had been a little more injured than he was letting on. This was due to the fact that even though you have been kidnapped by a strange guy who was trying not to laugh your face when you told him your name, you really should really be careful when you try to leave a moving vehicle, especially when you have been shot in the leg and high on painkillers.
"Why did you stay with them?" Rory asked, "You could have gone to the police. They could have protected you. Or your new friend, they could help him if someone is out to hurt him."
Forester shook his head. "No, wouldn't have worked even if I wanted to; and Sam would never go to the police – he'd never put them in that position. They'd never understand, not to mention that the guys that want him and now me gone aren't scared of the police."
"Even if that is the case. What does this ridiculousness have to do with 'The Antichrist'?" Emily asked.
"Yeah what is with that?" Jess said. "Because Bag-boy that is seriously out there."
Forester took a breath. "See, it's hard to explain – Sam…well, there are some guys and other 'things'. They actually believe he's some evil being that is possibly supposed to bring about the end of days."
"Excuse me?" Luke asked before anyone else got a chance.
"Other 'things'?" Jess asked.
"Yeah, other 'things' but, I've only met one," Forester admitted. "They all believe he's possibly the new messianic leader of a demon army."
"End of Days?" Rory asked.
"I'm paraphrasing, a little," Forester admitted, "No-one actually said he's tied in with the end of days just that he's supposed to be the Boy King of a demon army who have escaped from hell. But I'm guessing that 'the End of Days' part has to be part of the deal somewhere along the line."
"Demon army?" Jess asked.
"Who want the End of Days," Lorelai said. "Of course that's what they want. They couldn't just escape from hell to catch a little dinner theatre. Though, you never know if your friend Sam is their 'Boy King' maybe he could suggest it to them."
"Not everybody on either side is happy about the 'Boy King' stuff. Not that Sam's too happy about it either," Forester said to the confused group.
"Well why would he be," Emily said sarcastically.
"Yeah, you think he's a little old and tall to be called a Boy King," Lorelai added. "He should make that his first proclamation you know the knocking off the boy part. I'm pretty sure that if he did Elvis wouldn't mind their being two Kings."
"Unless he's part of this army thing too," Luke said sarcastically.
"Sure, that time he spent in the service would prepare him for that, him and the Colonel serving front and centre in the Devil Corps," Jess said.
"Are we talking about Colonel Sanders or Colonel Parker because I'm pretty sure that both could qualify what with the little pointy beard and the secret recipe," Kirk said.
"Like any of that is important right now," Emily interjected.
"I'm guessing that the boy part is because from what I understand some powerful thing picked him for this when he was a little kid," Forester said. "But as that guy isn't around anymore to keep all the demons in line, not only are guys like the one outside but some of the demons are…."
"Are trying to take Sam out?" Rory asked, "And that means?"
Clara took a breath as she turned to her brother, "That they are trying to kill you too."
"Yeah," Forester nodded.
"Don't they know you aren't him?" April asked.
"Look these guys, Sam and his brother. They slip identities like they change socks, so even if I did try and tell someone that I'm not Sam, they probably not going listen."
"Have you tried?" Emily asked causing everyone to look at him.
"Of course he has Mom, he's probably gone up to the guy with the big gun and said hey I don't know you but I'm not the one you want to kill." Lorelai said sarcastically, before turning to Forester, "Sorry."
"That's okay," Forester replied.
"Have you tried wearing a sign or something? Or give out cards?" Kirk asked.
"I'm not sure that will go down too well with the Feds," Forester replied.
"Feds?" Jess asked. "Of course the Feds would know about your friends as well wouldn't they?"
"Yeah, sort of," Forester replied not wanting to go into details about the stories he had heard. "Though, I did meet guy who shot me in Detroit. He actually apologized about shooting me but said it was one of those things as there was too much was at stake and sometimes sacrifices had to be made for the greater good."
"Sacrifices?" Clara asked. "He said killing you was a sacrifice for the greater good."
Forester nodded. "Yeah, and as twisted as it sounds the guy taking shots at us today is probably one of the good guys."
"One of the good guys? Emily exclaimed.
"Jesus, Forester, what have you gotten yourself into?" Jess asked.
"Honestly Jess," Forester admitted, "I'm not really 100 per cent sure."
"Dean?" Rory asked, sympathetically. "What are you going to do?"
Forester took a moment as he ran a hand through his hair. "Rory, if I get out of this, after everything I've seen and heard. I really think that the only choice I'm going to have is to join up."
"What?" Lorelai asked, "Join up with what?"
"Can I get back to you when I understand what I'm doing?" Forester asked.
Forester left his sister with the rest of the diner's occupants in the storeroom and joined the Winchesters in the diner.
"Any ideas?" Forester asked.
Winchester shook his head, "Nope dude, what about your friends? How are they doing?"
"Fine, for now but still confused," Forester said nursing his arm.
"Do you want me to go talk to them?" Sam asked.
"Might be a better idea if I do?" Winchester said. "Different face and all. Anyway, you talked about them, I want to know."
"Dean!" Forester said through gritted teeth. "Don't you dare."
"What? I just want to know what she's like," Winchester said with a slight smirk. "Don't worry I'm not going to hit on her or anything – it'd be like hitting on one of Sam's girlfriends."
"Like that would stop you," Sam retorted causing his brother to glance in his direction before turning back to Forester.
"Anyway, I wouldn't. Girl ripped your heart out, how many times?" Winchester asked.
"It is none of your business," Forester replied.
"Whatever, I'm just going to talk to them," Winchester grinned. "Though her mom is a M.I.L..."
"If the next word out your mouth is what I think it is going to be then, don't," Forester said putting his hand over Winchester's mouth.
Sam sighed, "I'm not playing referee here. Will you two stop it?"
As both Winchester and Forester looked at the ground, Sam ran a hand through his hair, "Neither one of you are helping the situation. Jesus, it's like you two need some sort of couple's therapy."
"Sorry," Winchester mumbled due to the hand still clamped over his mouth.
"Stop riling him up," Sam said pointedly at his brother before turning to Forester, "And you stop letting him get to you."
"I know," Forester replied as Winchester pushed the restraining arm away from him. "How did you two know where I was anyway?"
"Bobby," Sam answered.
"Bobby?"
"We couldn't be sure you'd head here so we called Bobby," Winchester said. "Jo may not be telling Ellen what is going on but she is talking to him."
"What?" Forester asked.
"He told us that she'd asked if he knew of anything heading this way," Sam explained. "Pretty obvious where to look after that."
Winchester shook his head. "Man, no offence it is creepy."
Forester's face hardened, "Excuse me?"
"Hey, one minute she's following me and Sam around like a puppy; now she's making moon eyes at some guy who looks Sam and has the same name as me. Tell me how that isn't creepy?" Winchester said.
"She is not making moon eyes," Forester said.
"So, you haven't become her cuddle bunny then?" Winchester asked to which Forester's face hardened.
"Even if we were, it is none of your business," Forester retorted to which both brothers looked at him.
Winchester raised an eyebrow, "So you haven't yet become her new snuggle toy? But you've been thinking about it?"
"Oh, you two are complaining that after you guys and her mom decided to dump me with Jo, so she could play nurse maid to me that we got along?" Forester asked.
"So where does that you leave you and Rory?" Winchester asked. "You giving up that whole…."
"There is no me and Rory!" Forester said bitingly. "It's in the past – she's my ex. And even if I thought she'd look at me again, I think the fact I've got her and her family shot at today means that there is no way anything could happen – not that I'd want it to."
"Really, so you and Jo then?" Winchester asked. "Still creepy, what do you think Sam?"
Sam shrugged, "Since I tied her to that pole I figure I've got no right to say anything."
"And dude, you wouldn't have needed a nurse maid if you hadn't tried to get out of the car while it was moving," Winchester added.
"You grabbed me from the emergency room!" Forester protested. "I didn't know you from jack, what did you expect me to do? I kept telling you I wasn't Sam. Hell, you thought it was funny."
"Are you still going on about that?" Winchester asked. "You kept saying you were Dean, well I think that was what you were saying considering what you were drooling. Course I thought it was funny."
"They'd pulled a bullet out of my leg! I was that high on painkillers you were lucky you got that." Forester said. "And what moron doesn't know his own brother?"
Both Sam Winchester and Dean Forester turned to look as Dean Winchester tried to figure out away to respond.
"I panicked okay, what do you expect me to say? Sorry? How many times do I have to say it? I was not responsible for that guy shooting you, I was only at the hospital because of the case we were on and when you got wheeled in, barely conscious looking like my brother, I freaked okay?" Winchester protested, to which met with a stony silence. "I'm going to talk to your friends."