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I'd been out of the hospital a week and finally back to good health. The same couldn't be said for Bobby. After loosing Rufus he worked near enough twenty four seven on hunting Eve. I couldn't blame him, but then again I knew it wasn't good for him to work so hard. I was sat in the den with Bobby. He was sat at his desk flicking through books while drinking, I was sat in the chair flicking through a book while keeping my eye on him. The boys walked in and lent on the door frame watching Bobby.
"Say something." Sam whispered to Dean.
"No. You." Dean whispered back.
"No. You." Sam whispered back. I looked up at the pair as Dean held his hand out to do rock, paper, scissors. I rolled my eyes at the pair as they drew. Dean picked scissors and Sam picked paper. I smirked as Sam looked shocked and Dean grinned to himself.
"Uh..." Sam said glancing at me. I looked back at my book waiting for the fall out from Bobby.
"You two just gonna stand there like the ugly girl at the prom, or you gonna pitch in? This so-called Eve, mother of whatever, ain't gonna yank herself. And you can't expect me and Megan to do all the leg work. What's wrong with you two?" Bobby asked sounding grumpy from behind his desk. He didn't even look up from the book he was reading.
"Bobby, you haven't slept in days." Dean said pushing himself off the wall.
"I sleep. What are you, my wife now?" Bobby asked looking up at all three of us.
"I'm just saying that, you know, taking five might be a good thing." Dean said nervously.
"For whom?" Bobby grunted. Dean looked at Sam for help.
"Look, Bobby, it was - it was tough for all of us, seeing Rufus go like that." Sam said carefully.
"You think this- This ain't about Rufus." Bobby grunted shaking his head.
"Bobby, he wasn't just a poker buddy." Dean said clapping his hands together.
"You know when I knew Rufus was done for? The day I met him. The only question was, who first - him or me? Now, you want to stand there and therapise, or you want to get me some coffee?" Bobby grunted out looking at the guys. Sam and Dean just exchanged a look. I got up and walked past the pair and into the kitchen. "Make it Irish!" I herd Bobby call. I grabbed a cup and herd Sam and Dean walk into the room.
"Well, he's doing fantastic." Dean said sarcastically as he walked up to me.
"Yeah, this isn't about Rufus at all." Sam added sarcastically.
"Yeah and you two are really helping." I muttered.
"Well, what do you want to do? I mean, we can't just sit here and watch him poop out his liver." Dean asked looking at me and Sam.
"Well, we could get him out of the house. There's a job." Sam said as he lent on the counter by my side.
"Really? What've you got?" Dean asked Sam. Sam looked back to the den nervously before pulling a newspaper clipping from his coat pocket and showing us.
"Look. Chester, Pennsylvania. Three people got kicked off in the last week, all freaky. Last guy got karate-chopped by his garage door. And these are all blood relatives." Sam explained passing me the newspaper clipping. I scanned it as Dean read over my shoulder.
"What are you thinking, family curse?" Dean asked looking back at Sam. I passed him the clipping back and tapped the cup thinking.
"Could be." Sam said slipping the paper back into his pocket.
"Hey, grumpy!" Dean yelled and turned around just as Bobby appear right behind Dean. It made Dean jump a little and I had to hide the smirk. "You, uh?"
"I don't want to do crap. Leave me alone. Just, get out of my house, both of you. You're driving me nuts." Bobby muttered taking the cup off of me and pushing us out of the way.
"Bobby." Dean said softly.
"Now! For the love of Pete." Bobby muttered. "And take her with you." Bobby said glancing at me as I opened my mouth. Dean and Sam looked at me as I sighed running a hand through my hair.
We walked to the car, Dean's baby the black Mustang with orange stripes and we piled in. I sat in the back slumped into the seat, folding my arms over my chest.
"You know, maybe we should wait 'til she gets back." Sam suggested looking from me to Dean.
"He doesn't want to be baby sat Sam, he made it pretty clear." I huffed.
"Plus dude, she just called from the road, said she'd be here in two shakes. You really want to sit around and smell him stew in his juices?" Dean asked glancing at me then Sam.
"But what if he does something stupid?" I asked plainly. Dean looked at me and gave me one of his obnoxious grins.
"Trust me sweetheart, he wont do anything stupid, she'll kill him if he tried." Dean replied before looking at Sam.
"Yeah, yeah you're right. Drive." Sam said looking forward. I relaxed into the back seat and sighed. I didn't like the idea of leaving Bobby, the man had sold his soul for the boys, I was just scared he'd do something just as stupid to get a one up on Eve. Dean started the car and we drove off.
I was sat in the back with my eyes closed and my MP3 player blearing music out. I was just trying to pass the time in the back of the car without having to listen to Dean's horrible mullet rock. I was happy listening to Breaking Benjamin when someone shook my shoulder making me jump and reach for my knife.
"Whoa, easy there tiger!" Dean laughed nervously as I opened my eyes. I just glared at him, leaving my hand on my knife a few seconds before getting out of the car. We were parked on a normal looking street, I could see the house a couple of houses up had police tape around it. It didn't take a genius to figure out where we were. Sam was already walking over to the place as Dean locked the car.
"You know, one of these times I am just going to end up trying to stab you." I huffed as Dean passed me two flash lights.
"Well at least it will give me a chance to wrestle with you." Dean replied with a quick wink. I rolled my eyes and let out a small groan.
"Never. Going. To. Happen." I stated as I noticed Sam unlock the garage.
"You can only say no so many times Megan, one day, you'll realise you want a piece of all this." Dean said winking at me again as he motioned to his body. We walked into the garage and I passed Sam a flash light.
"Sam, tell you Neanderthal brother that if he keeps hitting on me, I will hurt him." I stated dryly before walking off to search the place.
"Dean, leave Megan alone." Sam stated shaking his head.
"When she realises her true feeling about me I will." Dean joked as we all started to search the garage.
"In your dreams Winchester!" I joked back as I searched a couple of boxes.
"Every night baby!" Dean joked back.
"Ok enough! Before I get any more mental images I don't need. Let's, let's just focus on the case ok?" Sam spoke up and I sniggered as Dean laughed. We searched the place a few minutes when Dean spoke up.
"Not a bleep on the EMF meter." Dean stated and we all re-grouped.
"No vengeful spirit." I stated.
"So what is it?" Sam asked as we looked around.
"Curse? Hex?" I suggested as Sam found a gold looking thread on the floor.
"Huh." Sam stated shining his torch on the gold thread.
"What-cha got? What is that, Christmas tinsel?" Dean asked as we all looked at it.
"I don't know." Sam stated. He picked up a near by plant pot and rubbed the thread against it, it left a gold streak.
"Well I'll be damned." I stated.
"What? What is it?" Dean asked clueless looking from me to Sam.
"It's gold." Sam stated.
"You mean, like, gold gold?" Dean asked as his eyes widened a little.
"Why would a handyman have gold just lying around in his garage?" Sam asked looking at the pair of us.
"I don't know. There is definitely a skeleton in this family's closet. I mean, accidents don't just happen accidentally." Dean said and we both gave Dean a look of 'what?'. Dean rolled his eyes at us. "You know what I mean."
"All right. How about we'll go check family records, you go with next of kin?" Sam suggested.
"What about me and Megan go check out next of kin?" Dean said looking at me.
"Why? I'm better at research." I stated folding my arms over my chest.
"Yeah, but Sammy can research and you can throw your feminine wilds at anyone who gives us a hard time." Dean stated.
"Feminine wilds?" I asked raising an eye brow.
"Yeah." Dean said plainly. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
Somehow Dean convinced me to go with him to see the next of kin. He was some lawyer, a real shark by all accounts. We had to wait an hour to see the guy, only to have him talk on the phone for another twenty minutes before actually talking to us. The guy came off as a real douche bag.
"On the courthouse steps - for the deposition. No, I told you, 3:00 p.m. No, my usual fees. I got to go, Ma." Russo hung up the phone and turned to us. He eyed me up twice, licking his lips subconsciously as his eyes raked over my legs. Dean had forced me to wear a short skirt, to 'loosen up the closed mouths' if the family didn't want to share. Dean's words. He turned to Dean and didn't look as impressed. "I'm sorry, uh, what department?" Russo asked Dean.
"Genealogy. We are from the university. We're doing a study on local families, and, well, the Russo's are -" Dean stated.
"Yeah, well, you know what? I got to tell you, I am extremely busy right now, so-" Russo said sounding pretty duchy.
"We understand Mr Russo, but please, could you spare two minutes?" I asked leaning forward slightly showing off my cleavage a little. Russo nodded looking down my top rather then in my eyes
"I'm sure you've had a rough week. I, uh, read about the recent tragedies. Your cousins, right?" Dean asked snapping Russo from his dirty thoughts. He blinked and looked back at Dean.
"Yeah. It's a shame. But I'm not that close with my family, so, uh," Russo said quickly before letting out a heavy sigh. "Is this gonna take long?"
"No. Five minutes. Five minutes. Uh, can you - can you tell me anything, uh, noteworthy about the Russo's?" Dean asked with a quick smile.
"Noteworthy? No. I mean, not exactly - average, you know, big, from Italy." Russo sighed.
"I see. Uh, was anyone ever killed or maimed in a war or, you know, some other violent thing?" Dean asked and Russo's face dropped.
"What do you mean?" Russo scoffed.
"Like something so dark that it would sully future generations." Dean asked with a straight face. I glared at Dean and he shrugged his shoulders.
"Uh... No." Russo said confused and looked at me.
"Good. Good stuff. Anyone own a slave?" Dean asked before I could speak.
"What?" Russo asked shocked.
"Routine question Mr Russo." I added giving him a warm smile. Russo half smiled back with a small nod.
"Any ties to the Nazi Party?" Dean asked and I wanted to hit him.
"Excuse me?" Russo choked out.
"Did grandma ever piss off a gypsy?" Dean asked.
"Okay, you know what?" Russo said standing up. "I don't know what kind of study you're doing, but it's over. Right now. So if you don't mind-"
"Okay, I-I'll just cut to the chase here." Dean said as we both stood up. "Um, your life is in danger."
"What? What is that, a threat? Are you threatening me?" Russo asked with wide eyes as he glanced at me. I gave him a nervous smile.
"No, no, no. No, no. I'm not threatening you. I'm just simply saying that if you don't watch your back, you're gonna die." Dean stated plainly.
"Get the hell out of my office!" Russo yelled at us.
"Okay." Dean said holding up his hands as we left.
"Now!" Russo yelled at us again. We walked out of the building and I hit Dean hard on the arm.
"Ow!" Dean said rubbing his arm. "What was that for?"
"Could you be any less subtle? Really?" I huffed shaking my head.
"What did I do?" Dean asked throwing his hands in the air.
"Ties to the Nazi Party? Grandma piss off a gypsy? Dude!" I stated shaking my head and started to walk off.
"Wait up! Hey O'Connor wait up!" Dean said catching up to me.
"You suck. If he had information he's not going to tell us now." I stated as we walked to the car. "You better hope Sam found something." I huffed leaning against the Mustang.
"Fine. I'll call him." Dean said standing in front of me and pulling out his cell phone.
"Hey." Sam said as Dean put him on speaker.
"Sam." Dean replied.
"Find anything?" Sam asked. Dean looked up at me and I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.
"Uh, one ass-hat in a shiny suit. You?" Dean asked giving me a quick grin.
"Not much. Great grandparents born in Calabria. Emigrated 1912. Been here ever since." Sam stated sighing.
"What, no severed horse head?" Dean joked and I smirked a little. Dean noticed and grinned at me. I rolled my eyes at him again.
"Ha. Four generations of picket fence." Sam stated.
"If these people are the Walton's, then why the hell are they dying?" Dean asked looking at me. I shrugged as Dean sighed. "Alright Sammy, see you soon."
"Bye." Sam said hanging up.
"You look smoking hot, by the way." Dean said as his eyes went to my cleavage.
"Those eyes better be looking back into mine by the count of three Winchester." I threatened. "One... two..." Dean lent right into me and whispered into my ear.
"You're even hotter when you threaten someone." He whispered. I pushed him back and refrained from punching him.
"Douche." I muttered climbing into the Mustang.
We got back to the motel and I went to my room to change. I grabbed some clean clothes and walked into the bathroom. I was down to my underwear when someone knocked on my door.
"Two seconds!" I yelled pulling my jeans on. I herd the lock rattle and then the door open. I grabbed my gun, and walked out of my bathroom aiming it.
"Whoa!" Dean yelled throwing his hands in the air. Then he noticed I was in a bra and jeans. That famous school boy grin passed his lips as he eyed me up and down.
"I should just shoot you for looking at me like that Dean." I huffed lowering my gun.
"Maybe I should pick your lock more often." Dean joked as his eyes still roamed my body.
"Seriously, stop checking me out, it's creepy." I huffed before turning to walk back into the bathroom.
"I can't help how hot you are." Dean said plainly and I sighed dropping my head. I took a deep breath and turned around to face him.
"Do you have to keep doing this?" I asked putting one hand on my hip.
"What?" Dean asked walking over to me.
"Flirting." I said as he stopped inches away from me. I looked into his green eyes and saw a flash of sadness pass through them.
"You know how I feel about you." Dean said putting his hands on my arms. My heart started to race at his touch.
"Dean-" I said softly.
"I love you Megan." Dean said looking straight into my eyes.
"Don't. Come on," I shrugged off his hands. "We... we both agreed. Neither of us wanted the future we saw. We agreed to stay professional." I added taking a step back.
"You agreed." Dean stated. I nodded a little.
"But you went with Lisa." I added.
"Because you left me and my brother had died Megan. I needed someone... I needed you. But you still refused to... to even look at me after Sam." Dean stated, I could hear the pain in his voice and it killed me. But I saw the future and I wanted to make sure it never,never, had a chance of coming true.
"Look, you didn't come in here for this. So what was so damn important you had to pick my lock?" I asked plainly.
"Sam said he herd someone else died in a weird way. He wants us to check it out." Dean stated plainly.
"Fine, give me two minutes to grab my top, and a jacket and I'll meet you at the Mustang." I stated. Dean just nodded and walked over to the door. He paused and turned back to me.
"I always liked the purple." Dean said with a quick grin before walking out of the door. It took me a few seconds to realise he was talking about my bra. I let a small chuckle before getting my clothes.
I got changed and met the guys in the Mustang. Dean acted like we hadn't talk in my motel room and I was happy with that. On the way to the office Sam explained to me that this woman had managed to get strangled by her own scarf getting caught in the copier machine after she split water on it. I glanced at the initial police report and agreed that it could be our thing. We reached the office and broke in round the back. We all pulled out our flash lights and started to look around the place. It looked like some travel agents, a kinds rubbish travel agent, but still. Dean picked up the victims day planner as I logged onto her computer and hacked in checking out her list of clients.
"Anne Witting. You sure she's not a Russo, a second cousin twice removed or something?" Dean asked glancing at Sam.
"No, I checked the records twice. She's not related." Sam replied as he looked through a filing cabinet.
"Well, if this isn't a family curse, then what the hell is it?" Dean asked both of us.
"You got me. I got nothing." Sam sighed as he moved onto the next cabinet. Dean walked over to me and nodded to the computer.
"Did she have any contact with the victims?"He asked leaning on the desk.
"Not that I can see. Mm... nope, nothing. So we have-" I said looking at the screen.
"Hold on." Dean cut me off, picking something up off the floor. "Not nothing." Dean said holding up another piece of the gold thread.
We double checked the place, just to make sure we hadn't missed anything before heading back to the motel. I was sat at the table with Sam as we searched for stuff on the internet that might be linked to the gold thread we found at all the victims places. Dean was on the phone to Ellen and Bobby, sat on one of the beds.
"So, we found another piece of this, I don't know, shiny string." Dean said holding the thread up and twirling it.
"Oh, I was afraid of that." Ellen said over the phone.
"Why? What's up?" Dean asked.
"Oh, these so-called accidents - we're seeing 'em nationwide. About 75 so far. I got Jo and her crew working on a cluster in California." Ellen explained.
"Hey. Hey. Hey." We herd Bobby whine.
"Blood relatives?" Dean asked glancing at us.
"Some yeah, some no. She's got about what you do - pile of bodies and a whole bunch of gold thread." Ellen replied.
"So what's it mean?" Dean asked.
"I don't know. I got Bobby working on it right now." Ellen explained.
"How's he doing, by the way?" Dean asked getting up and pouring himself a cup of coffee.
"Oh, don't worry. I'm kicking his ass back to health and happiness." Ellen joked.
"Who asked you to? To hell with you." Bobby grumbled.
"I heard that." Dean said plainly.
"He'll be okay." Ellen sighed.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked softly.
"Aww, honey, you're sweet. You know me. I just worry about you boys and Megan." Ellen replied and I smiled a little.
"Yeah, well. All right, so, all these corpses, anything relate 'em?" Dean asked as he sat back down on the bed.
"Well, actually, I did dig up one thing. I just don't know what to make of it." Ellen replied.
"Hit me." Dean said.
"Well, it's a weird one, and it was buried pretty deep, but Bobby and me were combing through the family trees on all the victims, and we started seeing, well, the families all came over to America the same year." Ellen stated.
"Hmm." Dean said glancing over at me and Sam.
"Yeah. 1912. But here's the real weird part. They all came over on the same boat." Ellen explained.
"Really?" Dean asked.
"Yep." Ellen said.
"All right, so what's so special about the boat?" Dean asked confused.
"Nothing. It was a boat. It did what boats do." Ellen explained.
"What was it called?" Dean asked.
"The Titanic. Did you ever hear of it?" Ellen asked.
"No." Dean replied.
"Yeah, me either. I'll keep digging." Ellen sighed.
" All right." Dean replied before hanging up. "Does the name Titanic ring a bell?" Dean asked us.
"Titanic? No." Sam said and started to type away. "The RMS Titanic was the largest passenger steamship in the world when it made its maiden voyage across the North Atlantic in 1912."
"Oh yeah... now I remember it." I said and the boys looked at me.
"Ok whys it so special?" Dean asked me.
"I dunno, but my great grandfather, he worked the docks in Ireland, he helped build it. He got the chance to be on the first voyage but choice to stay in Ireland." I said with a shrug.
"I thought all your family was hunters?" Dean asked from the bed.
"Yeah but they needed money too." I said. "Not everyone scam's people." I added. Dean was about to argue when Sam spoke up.
"Back to the boat." Sam stated.
"So what's the big friggin' deal? It's a ship. It sailed." Dean stated. Sam scrolled down the web page a little more.
"Yeah, I don't know. Um... Oh, looks like there was a close call. Ship almost hit an iceberg." Sam stated.
"Almost? So?" Dean asked.
"So, uh, looks like the first mate spotted it just in time." Sam read.
"Good for him. There anything else?" Dean asked plainly.
"Wait a second." Sam said still reading.
"What?" Dean asked confused.
"Uh, this first mate. Mr I.P. Freeley." Sam said and I smiled.
"Well, that's not suspicious. You got a picture of old Freeley?" Dean asked.
"Oh, you got to be kidding me." Sam said looking at the picture. I moved a little and saw the picture.
"Cute." I said sarcastically.
"Let's see." Dean said getting up from the bed and walking over as Sam showed him the picture. "Balthazar." Dean stated.
We decided to summon Balthazar and have a nice little chat with him. We moved the table into the centre of the room. Dean put the bowl on the table and set up the spell while Sam drew the curtains on and I drew the chalk symbols onto the table. Dean dropped a match into the bowl. The lights flickered and all three of us turned around to see Balthazar stood behind us.
"Boys, boys, boys,and of course, the lovely Megan. Whatever can I do for you?" Balthazar said looking from the guys to me. He checked me out and I rolled my eyes.
"We need to talk." Dean stated firmly and Balthazar turned his attention back to Dean.
"Oh, you seem upset, Dean." Balthazar said sounding confused.
"The hell with the boat, Balthazar?" Dean asked sounding pissed.
"What boat?" Balthazar asked confused.
"The Titanic." Sam stated.
"Oh. Ja. The Titanic. Yes, well, uh, it was meant to sink, and I saved it." Balthazar said as if it was nothing. Like it was something people did everyday. We all looked at Balthazar gob smacked.
"What?" Sam choked out.
"Well it was meant to bash into this iceberg thing and plunge into the briny deep with all this hoopla, and I saved it. Anything else I can answer for you?" Balthazar explained plainly.
"Why?" I asked confused.
"Why what beautiful?" Balthazar asked me.
"Why did you un-sink the ship?" Dean asked sounding like he was getting annoyed with Balthazar.
"Oh, because I hated the movie." Balthazar said shaking his head.
"What movie?" Dean asked plainly.
"Exactly." Balthazar laughed.
"Wait, so you saved a cruise liner because-" Sam asked when Balthazar cut him off.
"Because that God-awful Celine Dion song made me want to smite myself." Balthazar said laughing a little to himself. I looked at the guys and they shrugged.
"Who's Celine Dion?" Sam asked Balthazar.
"Oh, she's a destitute lounge singer somewhere in Quebec, and let's keep it that way, please." Balthazar laughed. Dean shook his head.
"Okay, I didn't think that was possible. I thought you couldn't change history." I said plainly.
"Oh, haven't you noticed? There's no more rules, children." Balthazar smirked.
"Wow. The nerve on you. So you just, what, un-sunk a giant boat?" Sam scoffed.
"Oh come on. I saved people. I thought you loved that kind of thing." Balthazar sighed looking at all three of us.
"Yeah, but now those people and their kids and their kids' kids, they must have interacted with - with so many other people, changed so much crap. You totally Butterfly-Effected history!" Sam said throwing his hands in the air.
"Dude. Dude. Rule one, no Kutcher references." Dean sighed.
"Ah, yes. Unfortunately, there's still an Ashton Kutcher. And you still averted the Apocalypse, and there are still Archangels. It's just the small details that are different, like you two aren't married." Balthazar said pointing to me and Dean. I just turned to Dean with a blank expression.
"Me? Married?" Dean asked shocked.
"Married? To him?" I added just as shocked.
"Yes but it doesn't matter, just like you don't drive an Impala." Balthazar added ad we all looked at each other confused again. "Yes, yes. What's an Impala? Trust me, it's not important. And, of course, Ellen and Jo are alive." Balthazar said as he walked over to the counter and picked up a bottle pouring himself a drink. That was the biggest thing that threw us.
"Ellen and Jo? What?" Dean asked, fresh waves of shock setting in. I glanced at Dean and saw the flash of utter panic cross his face. I knew how close he was with Jo and hell Ellen, she really had been a god send to us. I couldn't begin to imagine what the guys would have been like without the pair around.
"Yes, they're supposed to be dead. You see, I save a boat, one thing leads to another, which leads to another thousand things, and yada, yada, yada. To cut a long story short, they don't die in a massive explosion." Balthazar said deadpan before drinking. "Mm. Anyway, let's agree I did a good thing. One less Billy Zane movie and I saved two of your closest friends." Balthazar smirked at us.
"But now somebody is killing the descendants of the survivors." Sam stated still in shock.
"And?" Balthazar asked plainly.
"And? And that's maybe like 50,000 people!" I said shaking my head.
"And?" Balthazar asked plainly.
"And we need to save as many as we can, but we need to know who's after 'em." Dean stated snapping out of his shock.
"Oh, uh, sorry, uh. You have me confused with the other angel - you know, the one in the dirty trench coat who's in love with you." Balthazar said looking at Dean. "I... don't care." He added taking another sip of his drink. "Goodbye, guys." He added before vanishing.
"Whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait. Son of a bitch!" Dean yelled at the space where Balthazar was stood.
We weren't sure what to do so we decided to call Bobby and fill him in with the details Balthazar had given us. We weren't too sure about telling him about Jo and Ellen, he had just lost Rufus, I hated to think what he would have been like if he lost Ellen too. It would just destroy him. The boys sat on one bed while I sat opposite them on the other bed with my legs crossed under me. Dean put the phone on speaker so we could all join in.
"So, Balthazar un-sank a boat, and now we got a boatload of people who should never have been born." Bobby stated after we explained it.
"Yeah. Like 50,000." Sam sighed.
"Makes sense." Bobby stated with a grunt.
"How does any of this make sense?" I asked confused.
"Because I got an idea who we're up against." Bobby stated.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Fate." Bobby said plainly.
"You mean...?" Dean asked confused.
"I mean Fate, like the Fates. Or one of 'em, at least." Bobby stated.
"You mean like Greek mythology? Like the sisters?" Sam asked.
"Like Lahkesis, Atropos and Clotho?" I added and Sam nodded at me knowingly.
"Bingo." Bobby grunted out.
"Nerds." Dean said looking from Sam to me. We both gave Dean a look and I rolled my eyes.
"These ladies are responsible for how you go down, literally. So if you get creamed by a garage door or crunched by a copy machine, they're the ones who hammer out the details of how you die. Spin out your fate on a piece of pure gold." Bobby said sounding like he was reading from a book or something.
"Gold thread." Sam said looking at us.
"And then one of 'em writes it all down in her Day Runner of Death. It's high-level stuff. Anyway - fits. Now we know what Balthazar did. It seems to me that maybe Fate is just trying to clean up the mess." Bobby suggested.
"So, how do we stop it?" Sam asked.
"How do we stop Fate? Good question." Bobby stated.
"Well, there's got to be a way." Dean said firmly.
"Or there ain't. I mean, this is Fate we're talking about here. You know, the easiest way would be to get that angel to re-sink the boat." Bobby suggested and we all looked at each other nervously.
"No. No way. Forget it." Dean said quickly.
"Big difference between dying awful and never being born, Dean." Bobby said plainly.
"We are not sinking the boat, Bobby. Okay? Don't even think about it." Dean said quickly.
"Well, okay. What's got your panties in a clench?" Bobby asked confused.
"Nothing." Dean lied.
"Try that again?" Bobby stated.
"Way to go Dean." I muttered as he sighed running a hand over his face.
"It - Look, it - it - it doesn't even really matter, but..." Dean stammered.
"But?" Bobby asked.
"Apparently, a crap load of dominoes get tipped over if the Titanic goes down. And, uh, bottom line - Ellen and Jo die." Dean stated then looked over at me. I knew he didn't mean to tell Bobby but I still wished he hadn't. I nodded slowly as Dean shook his head. Sam sighed softly as there was a long paused from Bobby. I hated to think what he thought about hearing his wife might die if we stopped the Fates.
"Okay, you three. Listen up. You make sure... Keep those angels from sinking that boat. Do you understand me?" Bobby said firmly.
"Yeah." "Yes." "Yes sir." We said all at the same time. There was no question, we were going to do whatever it took no make sure the Titanic never sunk.
"Yeah, Bobby, of course." Sam added again as Bobby hung up on us. I let out a big sigh rolling my head on my shoulders.
"Oh, he's bad enough with her. Think how he'd be if she was gone." Dean said looking from Sam to me.
"Yeah." Sam sighed. "So, what do we do? I mean, how do we save 50,000 people?" Sam asked looking from Dean to me. I shrugged.
"I got no freaking clue." Dean added rubbing his eyes.
"Yeah. We don't even know who they are." I added softly.
"Well, we know one." Dean said pointing to the pamphlet he picked up from Russo's office.
We made a plan to fallow Russo the next day and see if he got killed. It wasn't a great plan, but it was all we could think to do. So I left to hit the hey for the night. I just walked into my room when there was a knock on my door. I turned around and opened it a little. Dean was stood there.
"Did I miss something?" I asked leaning on the door.
"No, I just... can we talk?" Dean asked softly.
"It's late and we gotta fallow the douche bag around all day, can it wait?" I asked feeling sleepy.
"I just want to talk, wont take long." Dean said throwing me the puppy dog look.
"Fine." I sighed stepping to the side so that Dean could walk into the room. I closed the door after to him and watched as he sat at the table. "You wanted to talk?" I asked sitting on the edge of my bed.
"Yeah." Dean sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's just with what Balthazar said..." Dean sighed and looked over at me.
"Dean, we aren't going to let them sink the ship. I promise, Jo and Ellen, we wont let them take them away from us without a fight." I said reassuringly. Dean let out a small chuckle before shaking his head.
"I wasn't talking about Jo and Ellen Megan." Dean said plainly.
"Oh..." I said realising what he wanted to talk about. I shifted slight on the bed and pulled my legs under me.
"Yeah oh." Dean smirked at me.
"So what? This is the reality we live in Dean, not the one where we, we, um you know..." I said stumbling over my words.
"Marry me?" Dean asked.
"Yeah that." I answered. Dean got up from his chair and walked over to me, sitting next to me on the bed.
"Don't you ever wonder what it would have been like if we had gotten married?" Dean asked.
"No." I lied out and out.
"Really?" Dean asked looking into my eyes.
"Really." I said getting up from the bed.
"You're lying." Dean said standing up right behind me. I could feel his breathe on my neck.
"Yeah well sue me." I muttered and felt Dean put his hands on my shoulders.
"Megan." Dean said turning me around slowly.
"Dean. This isn't happening." I said taking a step back from him. I couldn't look him in the eyes though. "I... I can't... you can't. Getting married is the stupidest idea you have ever had, there is no point. I wont-"
"Megan, please-" Dean said taking a step closer to me.
"Just get out Dean. I... I can't deal with this right now. Just, just leave me alone, please..." I begged looking at his shoes.
"Why do you keep pushing me away?" Dean asked sounding annoyed.
"You're safer that way! Just get out! Now!" I shouted. A silence fell on the room and Dean walked out. I fallowed him to the door locking it before hitting my head against it. I turned around and slid down the door as tears started to form in my eyes. "I can't let you get close when she's still after me... I need to keep you safe... why can't you see it?" I asked myself as I curled up at the foot of the door and sobbed into my arms.
In the morning we all climbed into the Mustang and started to stake out Russo. Thankfully Dean acted like we hadn't talked and we all talked about Fate and any way we could stop them. We didn't have any solid idea how to stop fate without sinking the boat. It was a troubling idea. Dean spotted Russo leaving his office.
"That's him. Let's go." Dean stated nodding to Russo. We climbed out of the Mustang and crossed the road as Russo pulled out his phone and talked to someone. We started to fallow him down the street.
"Hello. Yeah. What?" Russo said down the phone.
"Mr. Russo!" Dean yelled as we fallowed him.
"I don't care. Send him a fruitcake." Russo continued down his phone.
"Shawn!" Dean yelled again.
"Who's the judge?" Russo asked down the phone.
"Russo!" I yelled, the guy wasn't listening to us.
"All right, send him a nice bottle of champagne. But nothing more than 30-" Russo continued.
"Shawn!" Dean yelled again.
"Ah, no. 20 bucks. Believe me, this guy - he owes me." Russo chuckled.
"Russo, stop!" Dean yelled as we got closer to him. Russo stopped and turned to face us.
"Look out!" I yelled as I noticed a van coming down a side street, it looked like the the driver hadn't noticed Russo. Dean grabbed Russo pulling him out of the way just in time, dropping him to the floor. Sam helped Russo up as I grabbed his phone. People around us were shocked and worried.
"Get off of me." Russo snapped to Sam, before turning to Dean. "And you - I told you to leave me alone, didn't I?"
"Look, we're just trying to help you out, okay?" Dean snapped.
"Help me? You almost killed me, you lunatic. Give me that." Russo snapped snatching the phone out of my hands. "Unbelievable." Russo muttered walking out into the road.
"Russo! Hey!" Dean yelled. Russo stopped in the middle of the street and turned to face us.
"Just be glad I'm not suing your a-" Russo said and was hit full force by a bus, killing him instantly. All three of us just stood there in total shock for a few seconds.
"You've got to be kidding me." Dean stated looking at the blood streak that was Shawn Russo. "Sam, Megan, check it out." Dean stated with a goofy grin on his face.
"What?" Sam asked. Dean pointed to the sign and then looked at us. We both gave Dean disapproving looks.
"Too soon?" Dean asked us.
"Yeah, Dean. I'm pretty sure six seconds is too soon." I stated plainly. "Dude you have the sense of humour of a ten year old..." I sighed.
"Thanks." Dean smirked at me.
"It wasn't a compliment." I added and Dean pouted at me.
"Well least I have a sense of humour." Dean bickered with me.
"Dude I have a sense of humour." I argued back.
"Sure you do..." Dean said rolling his eyes.
"I do, not like you-" I said bickering back when Sam cut in.
"Hey. Hey, hey, hey. I think I saw her. Right over there." Sam said pointing to a building across the street.
"Her? Like fate her?" Dean asked as we all looked over in the same direction, but we couldn't see anything.
"Yeah." Sam stated.
"What did she look like?" I asked plainly.
"Kind of like a librarian." Sam said looking at us.
"Your kind of librarian or my kind of librarian?" Dean asked Sam and I rolled my eyes.
"Well, she was wearing clothes, if that's what you mean." Sam stated and I smirked. Dean started to walk off.
"All right." Dean said walking off.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait, wait, wait. We can't just walk over there." Sam said stopping his big brother.
"We're not on the hit list. We have nothing to do with the boat. Let's go talk to her." Dean said plainly.
"Talk?" I asked.
"Yeah, you know." Dean said pulling his gun out slightly. "Talk. Worth a shot, right?"
We walked into the building which turned out to be an abandoned restaurant. The place looked normal enough, but there was no sign of the Fate.
"Hello? Hello?" Dean yelled as his flash light died. "Oh, come on." Dean sighed.
"Batteries dead?" I asked looking around.
"Think so." Dean said hitting the side of the flash light before it died completely.
"You got a lighter?" Sam asked.
"Yeah. Okay." Dean said pulling his lighter out as we continued to search. Dean tried to light the lighter but it didn't work.
"Oh, come on. It's out of juice or something?" Sam asked as we reached some double doors.
"It shouldn't be." Dean said trying the lighter and finally getting a flame as we opened the doors. Suddenly flames burst out before everything turned white. I blinked and we were stood in a forest somewhere, with Cass stood in front of us.
"Cass!" Dean said smiling.
"Hello, Dean. Megan. Sam." Cass said looking at us. I smiled.
"Hey, thanks man. Where are we?" Sam asked looking around.
"White Russia." Castiel said plainly.
"What?" I asked shocked.
"Are you aware of what your frat bro did?" Dean asked sounding annoyed.
"I'm aware. Balthazar can be impetuous." Castiel said plainly, but he looked a little annoyed as well.
"Well, riddle me this? If fate's going after the boat people, why'd she try to waste me, Megan and Sam?" Dean asked tilting his head to one side slightly.
"Well, I imagine she harbours a certain degree of rage toward you." Cass stated plainly/
"Wait, what did we do?" I asked confused.
"Nothing of importance- just the tiny matter of averting the Apocalypse and rendering her obsolete. I think maybe she's a little irritated about that. And then you go and dangle yourselves in front of her..." Castiel said sarcastically.
"So we've pissed fate off personally." Dean said shaking his head.
"If I know her - and I do - she won't stop until you're dead." Cass added.
"Awesome." Dean said sarcastically. "So what do we do?" Dean asked Cass.
"Kill her." Castiel said as if it was the obvious thing.
"Be kind, rewind." I said confused.
"Kill fate?" Sam asked just as confused.
"Do you have another suggestion?" Castiel asked looking at me and Sam.
"No, I'm, I just mean, uh...Can you even do that?" Sam asked looking at all of us.
"Balthazar has a weapon that will work against her." Castiel said plainly.
"Of course he does. Yeah. Boy, that guy's just got it covered, doesn't he? You need new friends, Cass." Dean stated shaking his head and looked away from Cass.
"I'm trying to save the ones I have, Dean. We'll have to draw her out." Castiel stated.
"All right, well, uh, she's gunning for us. She's bound to surface again eventually." Sam said softly.
"We'll make it easy for her. I think you have an expression for it. Tempting fate." Castiel said looking at us deadly serious. I got a bad feeling as Cass looked at us. I hated tempting fate, in fact I tried the majority of my life, to not temp fate.
Castiel sent us back to the town where Russo was killed and told us to just act naturally and he would make sure that we tempted fate. He didn't even give us any time to argue because he sent us back before we could. We were stood by a stair case in the middle of the town, we all looked around nervously.
"Okay, so, we're just gonna meet our fate at any time, right?" Dean asked as we looked around.
"Apparently." I sighed.
"Just walk. Act natural." Sam said softly. We all took one look at each other and nodded before we set off. As we walked passed the stairs a skateboarder sailed right past us.
"Okay." Dean sighed,
"That's fine." Sam added, I looked at the pair like they were crazy. Suddenly a bicyclist passed us.
"Still good." I said as my heart raced.
"Don't talk too soon." Sam said pointing to the guy who was walking past us with two large dogs who were pulling to get off their leads. They passed us and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in.
"Oh you gotta be kidding me." Dean said as he looked forward. In front of us were a couple of street performers who were juggling swords and hatchets. There was a small crowd that had formed blocking off the rest of the path. The only way past them was to just walk through the middle. A massive knot formed in my stomach as I watched the guys juggle.
"All right, just, just keep walking." Sam said trying to stay calm.
"Sam, they're juggling knives. And hatchets." Dean said threw grit teeth.
"Yeah, I know." Sam said watching the guys, and as if on queue the jugglers switched the swords and hatchets to torches. My eyes nearly jumped out of my head.
"Oh no, no way, I am not walking through that." I said shaking my head.
"Can't avoid fate." Sam said to me.
"I can!" I said slightly panicked.
"Here." Dean said taking my hand. "We'll go together." Dean said rubbing my hand with his thumb.
"You're insane." I muttered.
"I know." Dean replied with a quick grin before walking us through the jugglers. We all made it through without getting hurt and I giggled a little. We continued to walk down the street when a builder pointed a nail gun at Dean. The gun seemed to have been broke and the builder smacked it a few times. We all stopped dead as the builder smacked it and then turned it to the wall using it again.
"Ah." Dean sighed as the builder went back to work and we continued to walk.
"All right. I don't get it." Sam said confused.
"I don't either. Who do you got to kill to get killed around here?" Dean asked looking at the pair of us.
"Maybe Cass was wrong." I suggested with a small shrug.
"Look out!" Someone yelled at us. At the same time we all looked up and saw a massive air conditioner falling out of a window just above us.
I woke in the back of the Impala with a start. My heart was still racing slightly. I looked around and the guys were just waking up too. On the radio was My Heart Will Go On. I grunted at the song as we all climbed out of the car and stretched. Sam looked at us confused.
"Dude, what time is it? I,I just had the weirdest dream" Sam stated.
"20 bucks says mine was weirder. I am not kidding." Dean stated looking at the pair of us.
"50 says mine tops both of yours." I said rubbing my eyes with my palms.
"No, no, no. I'm not kidding either. I, I mean, it was...Just bizarre." Sam said shaking his head.
"Mine had the actual Titanic in it." Dean said and I noticed Sam's face. He looked shocked, I was shocked too. We both looked at Dean with a shocked, confused face. "What? Something on my face?" Dean asked looking at the pair of us and wiping his face.
"D-did it, uh..." Sam said not sure of how to say it.
"Not sink, because Balthazar-" I added.
"-had a hate on for Billy Zane?" Dean said finishing the sentence. "Why are you having my dreams?" Dean asked looking at the pair of us.
"Wasn't a dream." Castiel said appearing out of no where. We all moved to talk to him.
"Wait, what? You're saying this actually happened? That t-the whole...Whatever- t-that was real?" Dean asked shocked.
"Yes." Castiel said simply.
"Wait. So, what happened?" Sam asked leaning on the Impala.
"Well, I insisted he go back in time and correct what he'd done." Castiel stated.
"What? Why?" I asked confused. I lent against Dean and he wrapped his arms around my waist.
"It was the only way to be sure you were safe." Castiel answered looking me dead in the eye.
"So...So, you killed...50,000 people for us." Sam said shaking his head softly.
"No, I didn't. They were never born. That's far different from being killed, wouldn't you say?" Cass asked.
"Ellen and Jo?" Dean asked softly.
"I'm sorry." Cass said looking at Dean. I felt Dean hold me a little tighter.
"Hold on. Uh...So, if you guys went a-and changed everything back, then that whole time line or whatever, it just got erased?" Dean asked confused.
"Yeah. More or less." Cass nodded.
"Well, then, how come we remember it?" Dean asked confused.
"Because I wanted you to remember it." Cass said plainly.
"Why?" I asked softly.
"I wanted you to know who Fate really is. She's cruel and capricious." Cass said coldly.
"I'd go so far as bitch." Dean said sounding grumpy.
"I second that." I added with a sigh.
"Well, yeah. You're the ones who taught me that you can make your own destiny. You don't have to be ruled by fate. You can choose freedom. I still believe that that's something worth fighting for. I just wanted you to understand that." Castiel said looking at all three of us.
"So, wait. Did...Balthazar really, uh, unravel the sweater over a chick flick?" Dean asked with a chuckle.
"Yes. Absolutely. That's what he did." Cass said without looking at us.
"Wow. Well, might be time to take away his cable privileges. Besides, Titanic didn't suck that bad." Dean said looking at Sam. I saw Sam give Dean a look. "Winslet's rack." Dean clarified.
"Dean." I said disapprovingly.
"She's got nothing on you baby." Dean joked as Castiel vanished. I sighed rolling my eyes and moving out of his arms. "I'll tell you one thing about Cass, he does not appreciate the finer things."
"Well you better appreciate them less if you wanna stay married." I threatened jokingly.
"I dunno, being single was pretty cool..." Dean teased.
"Really?" I asked faking being hurt. Dean laughed and pulled me closer to him wrapping his arms round my waist and kissed me passionately.
"You know I'd only ever want to be with you." He whispered before pulling out of the kiss.
"Um guys?" Sam asked clearing his throat. We stayed in each others arms and turned to look at Sam.
"Yeah?" I asked smiling.
"Shouldn't we, check on Bobby?" Sam asked.
"Yeah." Dean sighed. We walked into the house and found Bobby sleeping on the couch peacefully.
"I guess things are back to normal, huh?" Sam sighed softly.
"Normal. Awesome." Dean said sarcastically.
"Poor bastard. Doesn't even know how good he had it." Sam whispered.
"Yeah, well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him. I say we keep our mouths shut." Dean said firmly.
"Agreed." I whispered.
"Yeah. I'm with you. Should we wake him?" Sam asked.
"Na. That's probably the best he's felt all week." Dean said softly covering Bobby with a blanket and we walked out of the room.
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