"Shorty?" I hear a few moments later. I snap my head up to see my Dean poking his head in. He looks across the room at me and takes in what I'm sure is a hideous crying face. "What the hell?" he says, practically running across the room to me. He reaches behind me and unties my hands. "What did that son of a bitch-um, I, do to you?"

"Nothing," I say shaking my head. "He didn't do anything." I look at Dean who is on the couch next to me. I throw my arms around his neck and bury my face into his shoulder. "I'm so sorry Dean."

"Hey, it's okay," he says, rubbing circles in my back. "What are you apologizing for anyways?"

I unwrap my arms from his neck and pull back from him. It wasn't really him I should be apologizing to. "I- um, I can't really say," I say, folding my hands in my lap.

I look up at Dean and see him giving me a hard look. "Does this have anything to do with the future you?" he says. I look back down at my hands. "Where is she?"

Before I answer, I hear the door creak open. I look up and see Castiel in the doorway. "Hey Cas," I say standing up, wiping the tear tracks away.

"Oh," he grunts. "You don't look good. Did you get told about yourself?"

"Yes Cas," I say through gritted teeth.

"Well I would like to be enlightened," Dean says standing up behind me.

I take a step back and turn to face him. "I'm dead Dean," I say bluntly. "I don't know how though."

"And why didn't you bring her back?" he yells at Castiel.

Castiel lets out a sigh. He looks at me and I shake my head slightly so only he would notice. "By the time we found her it was too late," he says.

Outside, we hear the rumble of engines, approaching the camp. Dean lets out a groan and points a finger at me. "We aren't done talking about this," he says, giving me a hard look. I just stare at him as he walks from the room. Letting out a sigh, I follow him out of the cabin and towards the sounds of the engines. As we approach them, I see future Dean holding up a gun towards a guy not facing him. "Hey!" my Dean yells. "Hey, watch out!" Before the guy can turn around, future Dean fires off a round, hitting the guy in the head.

Everyone turns to face us, shock crosses their face. "Damn it." Future Dean growls. He turns back around as he points back at us. "I'm not gonna lie to you. Me and them—It's a pretty messed-up situation we got going. But believe me, when you need to know something, you will know it. Until then, we all have work to do."

They all give future Dean and us one last look before turning around and walking away. Future Dean comes storming back towards us, pushing us towards the cabins.

"What the hell was that?" Future Dean says once he has the door shut to his cabin. I lean against the table, standing awkwardly halfway between the two Deans.

"What the hell was that?" Dean says, gesturing outside. "You just shot a guy in cold blood."

"We were in an open quarantine zone. Got ambushed by some Croats on the way out." We both look at future Dean, silently asking for further explanation. "Croats. Croatoans. One of them infected Yeager."

"How do you know?" I ask.

"'Cause after a few years of this, I know." He says, giving me a hard look. I could tell he was still a little spooked by seeing, like I might disappear. "I started seeing symptoms about a half an hour ago. Wasn't gonna be long before he flipped. I didn't see the point in troubling a good man with bad news."

"'Troubling a good man'? You just blew him away in front of your own people." Dean yells at him. "Don't you think that freaked them out a little bit?"

"It's 2014. Plugging some Croat, it's called commonplace." Future Dean explains. "Trading words with my dead girlfriend and friggin' clone—that might have freaked them out a little."

My jaw drops at the term he just used to describe me. My Dean acts like he didn't hear it, or that it didn't bother him. He takes a couple steps towards future Dean. "All right, look—"

"No, you look. This isn't your time. It's mine." Future Dean says, pointing at Dean. "You don't make the decisions. I do. So, when I say stay in, you stay in."

"All right, man. I'm sorry." Dean says, holding his hands up in innocence. "Look, I—I'm not trying to mess you—me—us up here."

"I know." Future Dean says with a sigh. He walks over to a cabinet and grabs out a bottle of brown liquid and three glasses. He brings them over to the table and pours a little of the liquid into the glasses, standing just a little too close to me. He picks up a glass and hands me one, while locking eyes with me. I quickly take the glass from him, downing the whiskey inside, while looking at anything in the room but the two men both staring me down.

"It's just been a really wacky weekend." Dean says, taking one of the glasses from himself.

"Tell me about it." Future Dean says with a nod of his head.

"What was the mission, anyway?" Dean asks him once all of his whiskey is gone. Future Dean gives him a smirk as he reaches inside his coat, and pulls out a handgun with a long barrel, covered in different carvings. I look at Dean, wondering what the gun is, and see a look of confusion mixed with surprise. "The Colt?"

"The Colt." Future Dean confirms.

"Where was it?" Dean asks him.

"Everywhere. They've been moving it around." Future Dean says, still looking at the gun. "Took me five years, but...I finally got it. And tonight—tonight, I'm gonna kill the devil."

"Hmmp," Dean says with a grunt. "Sounds like a good plan." He looks over at me and then back at himself. "Now, I've got something I'd like to discuss with you privately. You got somewhere you can stash shorty?"

"No," I say, before future Dean can say anything. "I'm not goin anywhere."

My Dean turns to me. "How do you even know what-"

"I may have been born in the dark but it wasn't last night." I say, cutting him off. "I know you're gonna ask him-yourself-whatever about what happened to me and you don't need to know."

"I think he deserves to know," Future Dean says.

"Who says I'm even gonna do it anymore?" I yell at him. I start to advance on him as he backs up. "Who says I'm gonna follow through with it anymore. Do you really think I want to put you-him through that again?"

"I think it's only fair that I know." Dean says.

I give him a hard look. "Just like it was fair that I got plucked out of my life." They both give me blank looks. "You know what," I say shaking my head. "Do whatever you want. I'm so sick of fighting you, you two, whatever, about this." I turn on my heel and storm towards the back of the cabin. I throw open one of the bedroom doors and slam it shut before anyone can follow me. I sit on the bed in the room, thinking about everything I had learned in this trip. Suddenly there is a knock on the door. All I see when the door opens is Dean's head, but I'm not sure which Dean it is. "What?" I say.

"Can I come in?" The hard edge to his voice tips me off that its future Dean.

I throw a hand in the air. "Your time," I sneer. "You can do whatever you want."

He lets out a sigh as he comes in the room and shuts the door. "Rhi," he says, walking over to me and sitting down on the bed. "Cut the crap, okay? I didn't tell him."

"Oh you didn't?" I say, arching an eyebrow.

"No, I didn't," he says. "We, myself and me, decided that if you don't want him to know, that it's probably best to trust you."

"Huh," I say with a huff. "Dean Winchester actually listened to me for once." I look over at him and see him give me a smirk. "Thank you." He reaches down and presses his lips to mine. After he pulls away, I give him a smirk. "What do you think yourself would say if he walked in on you kissing me?"

"Probably kick my ass," he says, giving me a grin.

I roll my eyes at him as I push him away. "Watch your cursin," I say. Before he can say anything, there is a knock on the door and the other Dean pokes his head in.

"Hey," he grunts. "A group of people are here to go over your plan."

Future Dean nods his head at him as he pats me on the knee. "Awesome." He gets up from the bed and walks past Dean.

Dean looks at me and arches an eyebrow. I hold a finger up as I walk towards him. "Don't say a word Winchester."

"What can I say?" he grunts. "'Don't make out with me?'"

"Like I said, shut up Dean," I say walking past him. When I walk out of the bedroom I see Castiel, future Dean, and another woman standing around the room. Me and Dean take up a corner near the back of the room.

Future Dean holds up the Colt for everyone to see. The woman looks at it skeptically. "So, that's it? That's the Colt?" she says.

"If anything can kill Lucifer, this is it." Future Dean says.

"Great." She says, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "Have we got anything that can find Lucifer?"

"Are you okay?" future Dean asks her, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Oh, we were in, uh, Jane's cabin last night." Dean says, answering for her. I look up at him and at future Dean with an arched eyebrow. "And, apparently, we and...Risa have a connection."

"Wow," I say crossing my arms over my chest. I look over and look Risa up and down before looking back at future Dean. "Didn't take you long to move on, did it?" I had to admit, I was a little jealous.

"Everyone want to shut up?" future Dean say gruffly. Dean raises his hands in surrender as I give future Dean a smirk. "We don't have to find Lucifer. We know where he is. The demon that we caught last week, he was one of the big guy's entourage. He knew."

"So, a demon tells you where Satan's gonna be, and you just believe it?" Risa says.

"Oh, trust me, he wasn't lying." Future Dean says, a smile on his face.

"And you know this how?" I ask him.

"Our fearless leader, I'm afraid," Castiel says to me. "Is all too well schooled in the art of getting to the truth."

"Torture?" Dean says. Future Dean looks at him, his mouth set in a hard line. "Oh, so, we're—we're torturing again. No, that's—that's good. Classy." I instinctively reach over a put a hand on Dean's shoulder, giving it a little squeeze before dropping it back down to my side.

Castiel lets out a laugh as everyone looks at him with confused and annoyed looks. "What?" he says with a shrug. "I like past you."

"Lucifer is here. Now." Future Dean says, pointing at a map. We all gather around the table to get a better look at it. "I know the block and I know the building."

"Oh, good—it's right in the middle of a hot zone." Castiel says, sarcasm in his voice.

"Crawling with Croats, yeah." Future Dean says nodding his head. "You saying my plan is reckless?"

"Are you saying we, uh, walk in straight up the driveway, past all the demons and the Croats, and we shoot the devil?" Castiel asks him, still a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

"Yes."

"Okay, if you don't like, uh, 'reckless'," Castiel says, moving his head side to side like he was thinking. "I could use 'insouciant', maybe."

Future Dean gives him a hard look. "Are you coming?"

Castiel lets out as sigh. "Of course. But why are they?" He says, gesturing back to me and Dean. "I mean, he's you five years ago. If something happens to him, you're gone, right?"

"He's coming." Future Dean says. "She's not."

I grind my teeth and set my mouth in a hard line, like hell I wasn't going. "Okay." Castiel says. He stands up and makes his way to the door as Risa follows him. "Well, uh. I'll get the grunts moving."

"We're loaded and on the road by midnight." Future Dean says after him.

"All righty." Castiel yells back before the door shuts.

"Why are you taking me?" Dean asks future Dean.

"And why aren't you taking me?" I fume.

"Relax. You'll be fine. Zach's looking after you, right?" He says to Dean, ignoring me.

"No, that's not what I mean." Dean says, walking towards himself. "I want to know what's going on."

"Yeah, okay. You're coming because I want you to see something." Future Dean says, folding the map up. Once it is folded up, he looks up at himself. "I want you to see our brother."

"Sam?" Dean says, confusion on his face. "I thought he was dead."

"Sam didn't die in Detroit." Future Dean says. "He said 'yes'."

"'Yes'?" Dean says, still confused. A long silence falls between the two men as Dean realizes what he meant. "Wait. You mean—"

"That's right. The big 'yes'. To the devil." Future Dean says, starting to put stuff into a duffel bag. "Lucifer's wearing him to the prom."

"Why would he do that?" Dean says. I look over at him to see emotions ranging from disbelief to horror to anger on his face. He steps forward and leans on the back of the chair, like this news was too much for him.

"Wish I knew. But now we don't have a choice. It's in him, and it's not getting out. And we've got to kill him, Dean." Future Dean says, holding up the Colt before putting it back into thebag. "And you need to see it—the whole damn thing, how bad it gets—so you can do it different."

"What do you mean?" Dean asks him.

"Zach said he was gonna bring you back, right? To oh-nine?"

"Yeah." Dean says.

"Well, when you get back home—you say 'yes'." Future Dean walks around the table towards himself as Dean straightens up, releasing the back of the chair. "You hear me? Say 'yes' to Michael."

"That's crazy. If I let him in, then Michael fights the devil." Dean says, an incredulous look on his face. "The battle's gonna torch half the planet."

"Look around you, man. Half the planet's better than no planet, which is what we have now." Future Dean shouts. "If I could do it over again, I'd say 'yes' in a heartbeat."

"So why don't you?" Dean says back.

"I've tried! I've shouted 'yes' till I was blue in the face! The angels aren't listening!" Future Dean says, still shouting. "They just—left—gave up! It's too late for me, but for you—"

"Oh, no. There's got to be another way." Dean says, cutting him off.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. I was cocky. Never actually thought I'd lose. But I was wrong. Dean. I was wrong. I'm begging you. Say yes. That way, the people we care about won't have to make the choices they did," Future Dean says. He glances over at me, a pained look on his face. He looks back at Dean and his face smooths out, devoid of emotion. "But you won't.'Cause I didn't. Because that's just not us, is it?"

I wait half a minute for one of them to speak up before asking my question again, calmer this time. "Why can't I go?"

Future Dean looks over at me as I walk up next to Dean so that we're both standing across the table from him. "Because," he says, leaning down and placing his hands on the table. "I know you better than you know yourself; I know what you're capable of. And it's not really the best idea to have you around Lucifer, even in the future."

"Why?" I ask through my teeth. "And don't give me some bullcrap about you can't tell me, that I have to figure it out on my own."

"I won't," he says, straightening himself up. "I won't tell you either because I don't want you ever finding that out."

I let out a groan as I roll my eyes. "Dean," I say, looking him square in the eye. "For the love of everything holy, will you please just tell me!" Suddenly, anger starts raging through me. I take a couple steps back and around the table so that I'm facing both Deans. "Do y'all not understand all the crap I've been through? I gave up my whole life, my friends, my career. I never planned on any of this! I just wanted to work as a nurse, maybe meet a nice guy someday and possibly pop out a couple of youngins. But no, I've had demons chasing after me for who knows how long and apparently half the angels want me dead too." My Dean starts to say something but I cut him off. "No-stop, I ain't done. When you or Sam want an answer about something pertaining to y'all, we jet off to three states away to figure it out. But me? I've been dragged all over the country, thrown against walls, beat up, shot, died, and I still don't know what I am exactly! Tell me, how is that fair?"

I stare them both down, panting from the tirade I just let out. I had been holding that in for weeks and it felt good to finally get it off my chest. "I'm sorry," future Dean grunts. "I get it, you deserve so much different than this." He takes a couple steps towards me. "But I'm not going to tell you because I'm trying to protect you. I failed once at it, I'm not screwing up this time. You're going to stay here, okay?"

I let out a sigh as I cross my arms over my chest. "Fine," I say. As stubborn as I had been my whole life, I couldn't say no to this man when he made that face to me. They both give me a grateful smirk as future Dean grabs up the bag off the table and starts to walk to the door. Before he can follow him out the door, I grab my Dean's forearm to stop him. "Hey," I say. He stops and gives me a look. "I'm just letting you know in advance I'm gonna be ticked about this for a while. This could've been my chance to get the final details about me and future you has gone all protective."

A sad look crosses his face for a fraction of a second before a smirk replaces. "As long as you're safe, I couldn't give two craps how pissed off you are at me," he flashes me another smirk before planting a kiss on my forehead. I watch him as he walks out of the door and down the steps to a line of trucks. Once I see the trucks drive off, I shut the door. As I'm turning around, I feel the familiar sensation in the deepest part of my abdomen of being transported. When I open my eyes, I see I am back in the hotel room in my time.

"Welcome back," I hear to my left. I turn and see Zachariah standing there.

"Ah, you pulled me back right before the good part," I say, sarcasm dripping through my voice.

"Watch your tone with me," he says, threateningly.

"Oh, I'm watching it," I say, crossing my arms and cocking a hip out. "I'm watching it do a little dosey-doe right to your smug face."

His face goes smooth as he holds a hand up, fingers in a position to snap. "Dean should be done by now," he says. Snapping his fingers, Dean all of a sudden appears next to me. I catch a glimpse of his face before he sees Zachariah, it looked like he had been crying.

I move towards Dean to ask him what's wrong before his voice cuts me off. "Oh, well, if it isn't the ghost of Christmas screw you." Dean turns to me and his face relaxes a little. "Hey, you okay?" he asks me. I move to stand next to him as I nod my head.

"Enough. Dean, enough. You saw it, right? You saw what happens." Zachariah says, capturing our attention. "You're the only person who can prove the devil wrong. Just say yes."

"How do I know that this whole thing isn't one of your tricks?" Dean says. "Huh? Some angel hocus-pocus?"

"The time for tricks is over. Give yourself to Michael. Say yes and we can strike." The angel says. "Before Lucifer gets to Sam. Before billions die."

"What about me?" I ask. Zachariah turns to me and gives me a questioning look. "You obviously wanted me to learn some lesson out of that? What about me?"

"You?" Zachariah says. "Well, you're Michael's cut man. You'll stand up next to him and restore him if Lucifer were to defeat him. It's either that, or what you witnessed. And, do you really want to break poor Dean's heart…again?"

I look up at Dean who is staring Zachariah down. He waits a few seconds before speaking, for both of us. "Nah."

"'Nah'?" the angel says, disbelievingly. "You telling me you haven't learned your lesson?"

"Not just 'nah', but hell naw," I say. "We've learned a lesson, just not the one you intended to teach."

Zachariah looks at me, fury and anger covering his face. In a flash, he lifts his fingers up again and snaps them, as he does, I feel multiple bones in my already sore leg snap. I let out a scream of pain as I start to collapse. Dean's strong arms catch me and hold me up. The angel starts to advance on us. "Well, I'll just have to teach it again! Because I got you now, and I'm never letting you—"

The sensation of being transported comes and goes. Suddenly, we are standing along a highway. Dean is still supported my weight, as my leg is still broken. We both look up and see Castiel standing there, smiling at us.

"That's pretty nice timing, Cas." Dean says.

"We had an appointment." Castiel says, still smiling at us.

Dean reaches out and places a hand on Castiel's shoulder, leaving me to awkwardly hobble on my one good leg. "Don't ever change." Dean tells him.

Despite the pain searing through my leg, I let out a chuckle, thinking of the stoner Castiel. "That's uh, a real sweet moment there lovebirds, but uh," I say, struggling to not burst into tears and stay standing. "Do you think you could heal up my leg Cas?"

He lets out a sigh as the smile falls from his face a bit. "Not completely," he says. He walks over to me and leans down to place a hand on my thigh. "But I will see what I can do." A second later, I feel a good portion of the bones healing themself up and down my leg. Once he straightens up, there is still a throbbing in my ankle. "Better?"

"A bit," I say, trying to put some weight on it. A pain shoots in my ankle before I shift my weight back to the other leg again. "I think just my ankle is hurt. I'll need to go to a hospital."

Castiel nods his head at me as Dean lets out a groan. "How did Zachariah find you?" Castiel asks.

"Long story. Let's just stay away from Jehovah's Witnesses from now on, okay?" Dean says. He pulls out his phone before starting to dial a number.

"What are you doing?" Cas asks him.

"Something I should have done in the first place." Dean says. Before he puts the phone to his ear, he turns to me and Cas. "Why don't you go ahead and zap shorty to a hospital? Near Salvation Iowa. I'll meet her there and then you zap back here."

Suddenly, I feel myself being lifted off the ground. Castiel has lifted me into his arms and half a second later we are standing in front of a hospital. "Nice Cas," I say as he starts walking us to the Emergency Room entrance.

We walk into the ER where a nurse stops us. "What's wrong?" she asks, looking us both up and down.

I speak up before Cas can say anything. "Me and, uh, my boyfriend here were out taking a walk and I step off the sidewalk on accident and twisted my ankle I think," I say.

The nurse seems to believe me as she motions for two other nurses to bring over a gurney. Castiel sets me down on it gently. "I need to return to Dean," he grunts. Before I can say anything, I watch him walk back out of the ER and then disappear once he exits. I let out a sigh as the nurse wheel me back to a room.

The next night, after not hearing anything from Dean or Castiel, I was laying in my room in the hospital when my phone rings all of a sudden. I eagerly grab it up to see it's Dean calling. "Where the heck are you?" I say into the phone.

"I'm at the hospital," he says. "What room are you in?"

"2873," I tell him. Before I can say anything else, the line goes dead. "That little turd." I say staring at the phone.

"Woah there shorty," I hear from the doorway. I look up and see Dean standing in the doorway. "That was almost a curse word."

I roll my eyes at him. "Well you deserve it," I say. "Leaving me stranded here and all."

"Well, I got you a present that may make you feel better," he says with a smirk. He steps into the room as a familiar figure follows him in.

"Sam!" I almost squeal with delight. He gives me a smile as he comes over to my bed and leans down to give me a hug.

"Hey Rhi," he says. When he lets me go, he sits down on the edge of my bed and looks at the boot on my leg. "What happened to you?"

I let out a sigh. "Zachariah. Pretty sure he broke every bone in my lower leg." I say. "But, Castiel was able to heal my some, and now I just have an extremely sprained ankle."

He arches an eyebrow at me. "So why aren't you in a cast?" he asks. "And how are you still here? Wouldn't they release you after getting you fitted?"

"I'm just in a boot because I pulled out my expertise medical knowledge and argued that I didn't need to be in a cast," I say, a little smugly. "And I'm still here cause right as they were getting ready to boot me out I realized I had nowhere to go and Dean wasn't answering my calls, so I faked some chest pain. They had to keep me then."

Dean walks up to stand next to Sam, facing me. "So you're okay to hit the road?" he asks.

"Yeah," I say. "I'm good. I'll have to go on light duty for a while."

"Great," he says. "Let's hit the road."

I look over at Sam and shake my head and let out a laugh as Dean walks out of the room. "Glad you're back Sam."

He looks at me and gives me a smile. "Me too," he says. He helps me off the bed as I rip off the heart monitor that was hooked up to me and hobble out of the room.