Sam watched as Dean slept. He walked over and grabbed his brother's jacket. He covered him with it. He then walked to the door of the motel. He took one last look at Dean and left. Ruby had called him earlier, he had to go. He didn't want to but he had to. He quietly shut the door behind him.
***
Dean had fallen asleep out of sheer exhaustion. The dreams of Hell were robbing him of precious sleep. Sleeping next to a smoking hot babe every night didn't help either. He'd have dreams about Hell then he'd wake to find Lyssa's arms around him. He'd fall back asleep and have dreams about all the ways he could make love to Lyssa. Yeah, he couldn't win.
He suddenly felt someone staring at him. He opened his eyes and saw Castiel staring at him. The room was otherwise empty.
"Cas, what the hell are you doing here? And what do you want?" he asked sitting up.
"You need to stop it," Castiel said.
"Stop what?"
I am too tired for this shit, he thought.
Castiel didn't answer. He just reached out and touched Dean on the forehead. Dean fell back asleep.
***
Lyssa and Artie walked up to the motel room door. Lyssa tried the door it was unlocked. She opened the door. She walked in and dropped the bag of junk food on the floor.
Castiel stood and turned. He looked at the Bennett sisters. He had heard about them from his Holy Father. They were here to help. Lyssa to show Dean he could love and be loved, Artie to help Sam find his way and love him. Castiel was to protect them like he protected Dean.
"Lyssa, Artemis, we finally meet," he said softly.
Artie closed the door. She stared at Castiel. She then looked at Lyssa. Her sister stood unmoving. Artie smiled, she was going to touch the vessel.
"Hello Cassie. Wow, you are so much hotter in person," Artie said walking up to him and reaching out. She touched his arm.
"You sent him back already? Dammit! So much for Sam having his back," Lyssa finally spoke.
"Lyssa, he had to do this," Castiel said using that monotone voice of his.
"Really? Then why did you tell him that he could change it?! We all know he can't! You son of a bitch!"
Lyssa walked over to Castiel. She was going to kick his ass. Sending Dean back like that, what were they thinking? Hadn't Dean been hurt enough growing up without Mary? Now Castiel sent him back to see that she had let Azazel come into their home that night.
"Ah, Lys, you just called God a bitch," Artie said.
"Who cares? Tell me Castiel, do you even understand how hard this is going to be for him? Do you even care?"
Castiel looked at Lyssa. He could feel the pain radiating off of her. Her new gift from God was hurting her. He worried it would send her over the edge.
"Yes, he cares. Right, Cassie?" Artie asked running her hand up and down his arm.
"Dammit, Artie! Stop playing with the damn vessel!"
"Nope, not yet."
"What would you have me do?" Castiel asked.
"You should send someone with him. Why does he always have to be alone? If you don't want to send Sam, there's us now."
"You think I should send one of you with him?"
"Wow, your eyes are the clearest shade of blue I've ever seen."
Artie leaned closer. Castiel pulled back. He looked at Artie eyebrow raised. He clearly had no idea what she was doing. She reached out and touched his chest. She smiled.
"Wow, do you work out?" Artie asked.
Lyssa rubbed her temples. She looked at Dean and wished Castiel would slap some angel magic on her just so she didn't have to see and hear her sister molesting a vessel; the vessel that currently held an angel of the Lord. Oh, Artie was going to Hell.
"Artemis, please," Castiel said taking a step back.
"Yes, Artie please stop. And you Castiel should send one of us to help Dean. We all know what he did in Hell and he shouldn't have to be alone anymore," Lyssa said.
Castiel nodded. Lyssa was right. Dean had been alone for too long in his life. He barely let anyone close; he had even been pushing Sam away lately. It was time Dean learned to let others in and help him.
"You are right. Dean does need help. He should not be alone," Castiel said.
"See, Lyssa? Cassie isn't so-," Artie started.
She stopped when Castiel touched her on the forehead. She fell on the bed beside Dean asleep. Lyssa looked at Castiel then at Dean and Artie. She slapped her forehead and moaned.
"When I said send one of us, I meant me," she muttered.
"Artemis can handle it."
"Oh man, I'll let you get away with it this time but you don't know my sister."
"I could not send you. I feel your pain, Lyssa. Our Holy Father spoke to me about how you suffered at the hands of your father. I am truly sorry. God is-," Castiel started.
"Stop. Don't even say it."
"He loves you, Lyssa. God loves you."
Lyssa looked up at the angel tears rolling down her cheeks. She wiped them away only to have more fall. She just wanted Castiel to disappear. He had done his job, why couldn't he just go away?
"Stop. You can't tell anyone it was my father, Castiel. Do you hear me? Dean can never know," she said.
"He could help."
"Yeah, sure. He can barley help himself right now. He needs my help. I can handle this by myself."
"Lyssa, you aren't alone either."
With that, Castiel was gone. Lyssa sat on the bed and stared at her sister and Dean. She shook her head.
"Help him, Artie," she whispered.
***
Dean woke up and felt a weight on him. He turned his head and saw Artie lying on top of him. He moaned and elbowed her lightly in the side. He felt her slap his arm.
"Jerk," she said sitting up and running a hand though her hair.
"So everyone says. Where the fuck are we?" Dean asked sitting up.
"Lawrence, Kansas. Year, ahh... 1970 something," Artie said.
"No way."
"Yes way. Castiel sent us back in time. Pretty neat, huh? Wish I could have that power. Isn't Castiel hot? I mean those eyes..." Artie went on.
Dean blocked her out. He looked around the town and knew he was probably on main street. He stood up and grabbed his jacket and pulled it on. He checked all his pockets and felt everything was still there. He stood up and waited for Artie to stop yapping about Castiel.
"...He's so good. I wonder if he'd let me play with the vessel for a while. A game of stripped poker maybe," Artie said smiling.
"You done?" Dean asked clearly disgusted.
"Yeah, for now. So, what did Castiel tell you before he slapped the angel whammy on you?"
"That I had to change it."
"Uh, Dean, there's something I should tell you cause if I don't Lyssa is going to kill me."
"What?"
Artie stood up. She stood in front of dean and shoved her hands in her leather jacket. She took a deep breath.
"You can't change anything, Dean. Castiel, he... Well, he lied," Artie said.
"If I can't change it, why'd he send me back?"
"Why don't you ask him next time he shows up? Can we go now? Cause if we stand here any longer people are going to look at us funny."
"Fine."
Dean walked away. Artie followed him wondering why Castiel had sent her instead of Lyssa. At least Dean would have listened to Lyssa. Artie sighed knowing this was going to be a long day.
***
Sam climbed out of Ruby's car. He slammed the door and walked up to the warehouse. He felt Ruby grab his arm. He turned and faced her. He didn't want to be doing this. He felt the blood he had sucked from her arm curdling in his stomach. He wanted to throw up but didn't. He was just glad he didn't have sex with her again. He had managed to keep her at arm's length in that area.
"What?" he asked.
"I thought we could have some fun," Ruby said.
She pushed her body against his. Sam pulled away. He took a few steps back and shook his head. He wasn't going down that road again. He had Artie; all he needed Ruby for was to help boost his power.
"No, Ruby. Not anymore," Sam said sternly.
"What? Sam, you need to gain strength-."
"No, drinking... It's enough. I won't have sex with you anymore. I'm done."
Ruby watched as he turned to walk away. She followed him and grabbed his arm. She turned him around to face her. She held his arm and let her eyes go black. No one walked away on her. Not even Sam, who her still human heart yearned for.
"I say when we're done, Sammy, and we are far from done. Do you hear me?" she stated coldly.
"No. You can't make me do whatever you want me to, Ruby. I'm not your slave."
"Really? You want Lilith right? Well, you are nowhere near ready to face her. And you need my help Sam. We both know it."
"I don't need this. Dean is back and-."
"And what? You have two new hunters in those girls? Really Sam, do you really think they are any match for Lilith? They'll be dead in no time."
Sam clenched his fists. He pulled away from Ruby and glared at her. He didn't want her to be right but she was. Lyssa and Artie had no business in this life. Lilith would use them to get to the Winchester brothers. Plus this was his fight. It had to be.
"Rethinking your position?" Ruby asked smiling.
"No. I'm still not going to have sex with you."
With that, Sam turned and walked into the warehouse. Ruby could say and do what she wanted to him. He didn't care. He wasn't about to help Artie. She meant something to him.
***
Dean opened the door wand walked into the restaurant. Artie followed him. He walked over to the counter and sat down. Artie sat beside him. She had tried to tell him over and over that this wasn't the present time but being a pig headed ijit, in Bobby's words, he wouldn't listen.
"Dean, I'm not lying. And why would I lie about that?" Artie asked.
"I don't know but I don't believe you," Dean answered.
He pulled out his cell phone and heard Artie groan. A guy came up to them and poured them some coffee. Dean looked at him and had to laugh. He looked like a Sonny Bono impersonator. He felt Artie elbow him in the ribs but he still smiled.
"Dude, you know Sonny and Cher broke up?" he said taking a sip of his coffee.
"Sonny and Cher broke up?" the young man with dark hair asked beside him.
Dean looked at him. He gave the guy a look. He then grabbed his cell phone.
"Hey, you know where I can get reception?" Dean asked.
"The USS Enterprise," came the reply. (A/N: Hmmm, wonder where Dean got to be a smartass from?)
Artie laughed a little and then looked at the man. Her smile slipped away. It was John Winchester. A younger, hotter version of the man both her and Lyssa had decided was undeserving of the love and respect Sam and Dean gave him. This was John before Azazel and Mary's death. He looked... Happy. It was kind of scary.
Dean looked around the diner and realized everyone was dressed like the seventies. 'Ramblin Man' played on the juke box. He turned to Artie. She gave him a smirk.
"Told you," she said softly drinking her coffee.
Dean turned and saw that the guy beside him had a newspaper. Dean looked at the date and wanted to scream.
It read Monday, April 30, 1973!
A/N: I want to thank all of you who have reviewed so far and added this story to your fave list. I just thought I'd say thanks. My Nana taught me to be nice and always thank someone when they do something nice for you. My Nana rocks. Lol. Anyway, I hope you guys are in it for the long haul b/c I have no freakin clue where this is going to go or how long it's going to be. But thanks.
On a side note, did you know that Wal-Mart sell Gummie Bunnies for Easter? They aren't as fun as Gummie Bears though. It's just the Bunny's head nothing else. Safer for consumption by children. Lol.
