A/N: Hey, hey, hey, Jaq is back in action...after her first day of school, which sucked...anyways, yeah. I'm gonna be really bad at responding to reviews unless you have a question now, because my trig teacher likes to give a lot of homework. Ugh. That said, thanks to VattaKeto, Naivaraeladrin, Sharllissa, LeeMarieJack, Leandra Falconwing, mb64, ncsupnatfan, Kas3y, LittleSilence, sammysmissingshoe, Jenna, and Sara B for reviewing. I love you all. So much. And...onward! As we draw nearer to the climax, please note the excitement level. So...yeah. Enjoy! This is the part where it stops being canon compliant. Also, I fleshed out Risa's character a bit, because I didn't want the only characters to be Dean and Dean. So she's a bit more rounded. I hope you like what I've done.
-Jaq
Dean walks quickly, slightly behind other-Dean. He isn't sure what exactly to do, but he's pretty sure it includes following himself from the future. Dean is afraid, too, because he doesn't know if he can bear seeing Sam. Well, Lucifer. But Sam. How could his brother do it? How could Sam say yes, no matter what?
Dean had to believe that when he got back to 2009 he could fix that. Sam wasn't going to say yes. Not if Dean could do anything about it.
They were a ways ahead of the rest of the group when other-Dean turns and looks Dean in the eyes. "Don't do anything," he says. "No matter what. You just watch. because you need to see this."
"How are we gonna get in?" Dean asks, avoiding answering the question.
Other-Dean stares at a point a little next to Dean's head. "We aren't going in this way. They are. Follow me."
Dean stares incredulously at his future self. "So what you're saying is, they're bait."
"Yeah."
"And they're okay with this?"
"Risa'll lead them. They signed up to help ice the devil. And that's what I'm gonna do. War has casualties."
Dean's jaw tightens. "Well, you used to care. Care that your frigging /friends/ are going on a suicide mission to help you! What the hell happened, man? If this is what I'm gonna become, then I don't want to keep going."
Other-Dean sends a sharp glare. "Then don't. You know what you do? You scream 'yes' to Michael until your frigging lungs give out. This isn't a race to an end. It's a goddamned arms race, and right now, we've got the only weapon that might be able to end it. But you can change that. Go back, say 'yes,' and let the Apocalypse play out the way it's supposed to."
"That'll destroy half the planet!"
"Well half is better than none. And that's what we have now. Hold up, we're almost there, let's wait for them."
He waits for the rest of the group. "Risa, Amir? You lead the group around the back. I'm going in the front."
Risa snorts. "That's not going to work."
"I wasn't posing a question. Trust me, it's our best shot."
Risa nods. "Alright. Jenna, Chuck, come with me. Amir, you take Luke and Frank. We'll go in, and if we need to split, my team goes left. Don't hesitate. Kill anything you see. And no matter what, do not back down. Understand?" She turns to Dean and gives him a look that clearly shows that she knows she's bait. "And Dean, you better kill that sonofabitch. I did not leave the goddamned Navy and join your camp for you to lose. Understand?"
Other-Dean nods seriously. "I will."
Risa and her group leaves, and other-Dean looks at the ground. He pulls the gun out of his jacket. "Took us five years to find it. But we did." He looks at Risa's retreating form. "Alright. Let's go."
Following other-Dean through the building, Dean suddenly grabs the jacket of his future counterpart, pulling him down.
"Look, if we kill Lucifer, the croats are still out there," he says. "Unless you think the whole thing is gonna go down Star Wars style, we kill the leader and the rest die, which I think is unlikely, maybe we should be a little more subtle."
"So what are you saying?"
"Look," Dean says. "I'm being protected. The angels still want me to say yes. Zach is gonna be making sure nothing happens to me, right?"
Other-Dean nods slightly.
"Give me the gun. You go help Risa and the rest of them."
"No way. I've waited five years for this, you better believe I'm doing it myself."
Dean swallows, looks away, and then snaps up, swinging a fist at his future self. Other-Dean immediately rolls into a crouch, standing a couple feet away. "You can try and get the gun, but I'm you. I know all of our fighting moves, all of our tricks, all of our manuevers. And I've had five years more experience."
"Yeah, well, I've got nothing to lose. Give me the gun or I will forcibly take it. Ten bucks says I can run faster than old-man me."
Other-Dean narrows his eyes, scanning Dean's body. "You've still got a healing gunshot."
"I don't give a crap. Give me the damn gun."
"You can't do it. You can't kill him."
"You think I can't?" Dean gave a short, breathy laugh. "Guess again. Give me the gun. Go help Risa. Please."
"Fine." Other-Dean pulls the gun out of his jacket. "Don't even think. Just shoot. Just the way Dad taught us."
Dean nods solemnly.
Other-Dean turns away, pulling out his normal gun, and Dean walks further inwards.
He spots him from a hundred yards away. It's hard to miss the tall man in white surrounded by bushes.
Dean swallows and walks forward.
"Give me my brother back before I shoot you in the face," he growls, not really hoping but still...hoping. Just a little bit.
"Dean. I thought I might see you."
"Sam. Now."
Lucifer laughs softly. "No, Dean. What are you going to do?"
Dean tenses, pulling the gun up. He closes his eyes as the shot fires, and a second later he hears a thud. When he opens his eyes, they're moist. Because no matter what was inside him, the body lying there is Sam's. And now he's dead. He places the Colt back in his jacket.
The body sits up and brushes off his suit, frowning at the mud. "What is that? The Colt? Sorry to disappoint, but it can't kill me." He smiles. "Every rose has its thorns, you know."
Dean blinks angrily. "And every cowboy sings a sad song, I know. I don't give a damn. Give. Me. My. Brother."
Suddenly, Lucifer frowns, leaning closer to Dean. "You're Dean..." he muses, sounding perplexed, "but you aren't from this time." He straightens. "When?"
"2009," Dean grits out, eyes flashing.
"2009. Well, tell Sammy that I win. Tell them all that I win. Okay?"
Dean wants to punch the man, but all he see's is Sam's face. And he can't do it. He can't believe he even shot him.
"Sam..."
"Sammy's in here. He's begging for me to let him out, you know. But I don't think that's gonna happen." The devil begins walking away. "Have fun in 2009, Dean."
Dean doesn't bother following him. If this is what he avoids by saying yes...he closes his eyes. Maybe it's the right choice.
He turns, going back the direction that other-Dean went.
-:-
Five minutes later, he arrives to find other-Dean, Risa, and a blonde man that Dean remembers seeing but doesn't remember his name all back to back, shooting at the relentless stream of infected people that stream out from all sides.
"Dean!" Risa yells. "It's McFly!"
Other-Dean glances over at Dean for the merest second before returning his gaze to the doorway he's defending. "Well?"
Dean glances down, the battle being waged around him almost surreal. "Turns out that the Colt can't kill everything. He got away."
The blonde man screams as a croat scratches him, slapping a bloody palm across the cut. Risa's eyes harden and she shoots him in the head.
"Hey, 2009-Dean," she says, ducking under other-Dean's gunfire to load her own gun.
"Yeah?"
"Get the hell out of here. There's nothing left here. Get back to your own time."
Dean nods, stepping backwards. He hears a flutter, and he's back in his motel room.
Immediately, Dean swivels, grabbing the gun out of his jacket and pointing it at Zachariah.
"Take me to my brother."
"What have you got there, Dean? A gun? Surely you know that a gun can't kill me."
Dean smiles wanly. "It couldn't kill Lucifer, but I'd sure as hell bet it could kill you. Now. Take me to Sam."
"I don't know where he is."
"Bullshit." Dean cocks the gun.
Zachariah raises his hands and steps back. "Put the gun down, Dean."
Dean fires the gun, but in that instant Zachariah blinks away.
"DAMMIT!" Dean yells, kicking the trashcan.
He pulls out his phone and turns it on. He's got a message. Well, better late than never. Dean just has to hope he isn't too late.
A/N: Just a warning, I had this chapter written ahead of time. So updates can be...sketchy. I'll try and update as fast as I can. Promise. But...don't expect something every day. (unless it's a random lil oneshot or drabble. You can expect those pretty much every day (: )
Please review? As I am starting school and have less and less time to write, reviews are my motivators...plus I love hearing from you. Thanks for reading and, like usual, have a great day. I really do love everyone who reads this, you guys make my day *hug*
-Jaq (who's a bit stressed because WHO ASSIGNS FIVE PAGES OF HOMEWORK, AN ESSAY, AND AN OUTLINE tHE FIRST DAY? That's right. My math, lit, and world history teachers. Go figure. Sorry for the awkward mini rant.)