Hi, Chuck.
Dean entwines his fingers with Delilah's, keeping her close as they cautiously moved around the camp. He didn't know if he should grit his teeth or sigh in relief when he saw Chuck approach them.
"Hey, Dean. You got a second?" Chuck asked him. He didn't seem phased about the female holding onto Dean's hand. He didn't even give her a glance.
"No. yes." He changed his mind. "Uh, I-I guess. Hi, Chuck." He said finally, glancing at Delilah nervously.
"Hi." Chuck greeted back. "So, uh, listen, we're pretty good on canned goods for now, but we're down to next to nothing on perishables and...And hygiene supplies. People are not gonna' be happy about this. So, what do you think we should do?" He asked.
Dean shrugged. "I-I don't know. Maybe, uh, share? You know, like at a kibbutz."
Chuck went to nod but ended up frowning. "Wait a minute. Aren't you supposed to be out on a mission right now?"
Dean nodded. "Absolutely. And I will be-"
"Uh-oh." Chuck whispered seeing a lady approach them. He turned to Delilah. "You might wanna'-" He started saying before his eyes widened. "Holy crap! Delilah?" He said shocked, finally noticing her. "How is this possible?"
Delilah looked to Dean for help. "Uh, hi." She said timidly. Am I supposed to know him?
"You're even more beautiful in person." Chuck told her.
Dean looked panicked. He gave Chuck a 'shut up' look before mentally frowning. Wha' the hell does he mean by 'in person'? Shouldn't he of met her?
"What're you talkin' about?" Delilah asked, confused.
Hearing footsteps behind him, Dean turned around, barely managing to dodge the fist that flew towards his face. "Whoa! Jeez! Easy, lady!" He said, stepping back with Delilah.
"Risa." Chuck whispered to him.
"Risa?" Dean greeted her.
"You spent the night in Jane's cabin last night, didn't you?" She accused him.
Delilah turned to him shocked and slightly hurt. What the hell? Suddenly, she was sad, realising that maybe her and Dean never got to together.
Dean's eyes widened and he glanced at Delilah, his hand squeezing hers when he saw the hurt on her face. "Uh, what? I-I don't...Did I?" He looked over at Chuck.
Chuck nodded.
"I thought we had a 'connection'." Risa quoted with her fingers before crossing her arms over her chest. "And who's this?" She spat, turning to Delilah. "Did he tell you that you had a 'connection' too?"
Delilah shook her head. "I-I don't really understand what's goin' on." She admitted.
"Yeah, me either." Dean muttered.
"Hi, Risa." Chuck greeted from behind them.
"Screw you." Risa said to Dean angrily. "As for you," She turned to Delilah. "I hope for your sake that you haven't slept with him yet." With that, she stormed off.
"Oh, jeez. I'm getting busted for stuff I haven't even done yet." Dean muttered.
Delilah stayed silent, completely confused.
"What?" Chuck frowned at what Dean said.
"What did you mean?" Delilah asked suddenly, turning towards Chuck. "I'm even more beautiful in person?"
"Well, I used to have dreams about you." Chuck clarified for her. "Visions, actually. I was goin' to release a book about them in...2009 but Dean stopped me."
"Chuck, shut up." Dean warned him, swallowing thickly.
Her eyes flickered between the two men. Seeing the panicked look on Dean's face, she released his hand, realising that he knew something about this. "What?" She turned back to Chuck.
"Yeah, it was around the time I started my 'Supernatural' books up again. I thought I'd get yours published too but Dean didn't let me." He laughed nervously, seeing the look on Dean's face. "I need to stop talkin', don't I?"
Delilah answered, "No." While Dean said, "Yes."
She turned to Dean. "What do you mean 'yes'? Isn't this somethin' I need to know?" She asked him.
Dean groaned. "Yes but now is not the time." He told her.
She shook her head. "I think now is a better time than any." She turned back to Chuck. "Explain." When she saw the reluctant look on his face, she added, "Or I'll hurt you."
Chuck looked at Dean. "I think I'm more scared of the things Dean'll do to me, than you."
"Dean won't do anythin'." She assured him, turning to Dean. "Will you?"
Eventually, Dean shook his head and sighed. "Just...Keep in mind that I was gonna' tell you." He muttered.
Chuck spoke up. "I used to have visions about you. For years. Ever since you were 13."
"Visions?" She frowned and he nodded. "Wow." She said and swallowed thickly. "So you saw everything my Dad..." She trailed off.
Again, Chuck nodded. "Yeah. I did. I'm sorry about that, by the way." He gave her a sympathetic look. "Anyway. I also got visions of Sam and Dean. I even wrote a book about them. Wasn't that popular though." He grumbled. "And that's how I know Sam and Dean. They came to find me when they saw one of my books. I didn't even know they existed! I didn't know they, or you, were real."
"Right..." She nodded and turned to Dean. "Did you know that Chuck had visions about me?"
Dean nodded.
"And you didn't tell me?" She asked, hurt in her features.
"I-I didn't know how." He admitted.
"What do you mean you didn't know how? How hard would it of been to say 'This guy has visions about you'?"
Dean scratched the back of his head. "It wouldn't of been that easy, sweetheart."
"Why not?" She demanded.
"'Cause..." He sighed. "If I told you that, then I'd have to tell you that I read it."
She took a step back. "What do you mean, you read it?" She questioned slowly.
He rubbed a hand down his face. "Chuck had this script that he told me about." He started, pleading with his eyes for her to understand. "I couldn't sleep one night n'...I read it." He paused. "It's was about you."
She stared at him for a second. "How much did you read?" She asked quietly.
"A lot." He swallowed.
Running a hand through her hair, she let out a breath. "So you know everythin' that happened to me." She stated.
Dean had a pained look on his face. "Yeah."
She nodded, deciding that now was not the time to deal with this. "Let's just...Figure out how to get home." She finally said.
Dean nodded, not looking away from her. "Hey, Chuck, is...Cas still here?" He asked, his gaze staying on Delilah.
"Yeah." Chuck laughed. "I don't think Cas is going anywhere." He pointed over to a cabin. "He's in there."
Delilah and Dean walked into the cabin. When they saw Cas, they stopped and glanced at each other with 'What the hell?' expressions.
Cas sat in a circle with about 6 women. "So, in this way. We're each a fragment of total perception-just, uh, one compartment in that dragonfly eye of group mind. Now, the key to this total, shared perception...It's, um, it's surprisingly physical." He told the ladies before looking up and seeing Dean and Delilah. His eyes widened at the sight of them. "Oh. Excuse me, ladies. I think I need to confer with our fearless leader for a minute. Why not go get washed up for the orgy?" The women got up. "You're all so beautiful." Cas complimented them as they walked off.
Once they were gone, he stood up and stretched.
"What are you? A hippie?" Dean asked, seeing his clothes.
"I thought you'd gotten over trying to label me." Cas sighed and turned to Delilah. "Wow, Delilah." He breathed. "You're more beautiful than ever." He told her then turned to Dean, frowning. "I thought you said she died?"
Dean's face dropped and Delilah looked worried. "I-I.." Dean stuttered.
"I'm dead?" Delilah asked softly, looking at Dean. Dean shrugged, swallowing.
"Whoa. Strange." Cas said as he walked closer.
"What?" Dean asked him.
"You...are not you. Not now you, anyway."
"No! Yeah. Yes, exactly." Dean replied, relieved.
"Well, that explains why Delilah's here." Cas muttered to himself. "What year are you from?" He asked.
"2009."
"Who did this to you? Is it Zachariah?"
Dean nodded. "Yes."
"Interesting..."
Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh, yeah, it's friggin' fascinating. Now. Why don't you strap on your angel wings and fly us back to our page on the calendar?"
Cas shook his head and looked apologetic. "I wish I could just, uh, strap on my wings, but I'm sorry, no dice."
Dean frowned at him. "What? Are you stoned?"
Cas grinned. "Uh, generally, yeah."
Dean eyed him. "What happened to you?"
Cas shrugged. "Life." He said simple.
Dean nodded and looked at Delilah who had a emotion on her face that he couldn't quite place. "How did she.." He flicked his head towards Delilah. "You know..." He swallowed thickly.
"I think that's something you should ask Dean."
"So how'd you think it happened?" Delilah asked from her spot next to Dean. They sat with their backs against Cas's cabin, eyes watching the entrance of the camp as they waited for future-Dean to return.
"How what happened?" He replied, looking over at her.
"Me. Dying." She replied, shifting her eyes to his.
Dean sighed and looked back over at the camps entrance. "Don't really wanna' think 'bout it." He told her honestly. "It doesn't matter anyway 'cause it's not gonna' happen."
Delilah frowned. "But it has happened."
Dean shook his head. "Not in our time it hasn't." He looked back at her. "We'll find out how it happened n' we'll change it." He said in a firm voice.
She nodded. "I hope so." She admitted. "Dean..." Her voice croaked. "I haven't seen Jack yet."
He grabbed her hand. "Don't assume the worse."
"I know..." She sighed. "I'm just worried."
"Don't be." He assured. "Even if..." He trailed off. "Even if...Somethin' has happened...We'll find out how and we'll change it. OK?"
She nodded and gave him a little smile. Looking back over at the entrance, she noticed a car and a jeep. "He's back." She commented, seeing future-Dean climb out of a car.
Dean looked over. "Yeah," He replied, watching as future-Dean grabbed two beers and tossed one to a solider who climbed out the car behind him. "Let's go." He said, grabbing her hand and entwining their fingers together. As they got closer, they saw Dean and the soldier take a drink of their beer before future-Dean pulled out his gun and pointed it at the solider. "Hey." Dean called. "Hey! Watch out!" He shouted but it was too late. Dean shot the soldier and the soldier fell to the ground, dead.
Future-Deans's crew turned and looked at Dean confused.
"Damn it." Future-Dean muttered. He turned to the rest of his crew. "I'm not gonna lie to you. Me and him. 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." With that, future-Dean walked away and headed straight for Dean and Delilah. He grabbed both of their arms and marched them to a different cabin.
Future-Dean let go of Delilah and roughly shoved Dean into the cabin. He turned around and slammed the door shut behind him. "What the hell was that?" He asked angrily. Delilah noticed that he didn't look at her once.
"What the hell was that?" Dean repeated his question. "You just shot a guy in cold blood."
"We were in an open quarantine zone. Got ambushed by some Croats on the way out." He explained. Dean and Delilah shared confused looks. "Croats. Croatoans." Future-Dean clarified for them. "One of them infected Yeager."
Dean looked unconvinced. "How do you know?"
"'Cause after a few years of this, I know. 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. Don't you think that freaked them out a little bit?"
"It's 2014. Plugging some Croat, it's called commonplace. Trading words with my friggin' clone...That might have freaked them out a little."
Dean sighed. "All right, look-"
Future-Dean slammed his hand down on the table, making them jump. "No, you look. This isn't your time. It's mine. You don't make the decisions. I do. So, when I say stay in, you stay in." He yelled at them.
"All right, man. I'm sorry." He apologized. "Look, I-I'm not trying to mess you – me - us up here."
Future Dean nodded and went over to a cabinet where he grabbed two glasses. "I know." He nodded as he began pouring alcohol into the glasses. He handed one to Dean before eyeing Delilah. "I would offer you a drink but last time I checked you never did like whiskey."
She smiled politely. "You're right, I don't. Thanks anyway." She glanced at Dean before looking back at Future-Dean. "There was somethin' we wanted to ask you."
Future-Dean sighed, downing his whiskey. "Lemme' guess, you wanna' know how you died?"
Dean and Delilah both nodded.
Future-Dean's face was troubled and pained. He seemed to go into his own world for a moment. It was a few seconds later before he spoke again. "It was 2012." He started, clearing his throat. "The Croatoan virus was in it's early days and we just started up this Camp." He looked around the room. "You..." His voice cracked.
Delilah swallowed back her tears. "I what?" She questioned softly, glancing at Dean who also had a pained expression. When she heard Future-Dean speak again, she looked back at him.
"It was my idea..." He shook his head. "But it made you so happy." He smiled slightly. "You were at Bobby's n' I was with Jack getting all suited n' booted." His jaw clenched. "If I was there I woulda been able to protect you." His voice was strained. "I wanted to stay with you but you wouldn't let me."
Delilah frowned. "Why?"
He looked her in the eyes, and she almost gasped at the pain she saw there. "You told me it was unlucky for the groom to see the bride before their weddin'."
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