The vampire known as "Benny" was shyly staring at the prostitute. He had no idea why he was in Carson City, but since he was on vacation from work, he figured he could take a breather in the United States. His boss, simply told him he earned it.
"Don't be shy love. You know we don't turn away, or discriminate anyone."
"You know what I am." Benny, he was ashamed when he was caught drinking blood.
"I serviced hunters, witches, the supernatural, heck I had a few angels back in the day. I admit you are my first bloodsucker. However, I don't care. Ahem. Cash or credit?"
The next day Benny was there again to meet her. She looked surprised to see him, but took him into her room.
A few weeks later Shelly was confused on why she was feeling depressed. This guy, he was just a client.
"I have to return to work. My boss, she is overwhelmed with the new clients." Benny said apologetically.
"I understand. Take care. Have a safe flight."
Once he left, Shelly went to bed for the night. Now she knew why he refused to sleep with her. He was just missing being with someone. Someone that cared. Loved.
"Take care LeFitte." She hoped that he had an uneventful flight to Scotland.
Piper was pacing back and forth.
"You're going to fall through those floorboards."
"I don't care."
"We'll bring Sam back."
"You better."
Dean. He had no idea how to help his sister in law. It was all his fault. He got careless and Sam got taken away.
"Where is my husband, Dean? Lost in another country? Another world? The Underworld?" Piper. She couldn't track Sam anywhere. She tried her crystal, Sam's blood, a mystical bounty hunter, nothing. She even prayed to Michael himself. Not surprisingly he ignored her prayers. God, he could be anywhere.
Dean. He didn't know where to start. He had no idea where to start. He didn't know who or what that guy was.
'Sammy. Please. Please tell me you are alright.'
Chicago 1930
"Here you go Abercrombie. Eat up!"
Sam, he stared blankly at the dry slop the jail warden gave him.
"I'm not hungry." God, he was thirsty.
"Fine with me. Maybe the rats will take it." The jailer walks away whistling.
Sam he didn't move. But hearing a noise coming from the direction of his food plate, he looked up.
Sam burped. Rat's blood. But it was better than nothing he guessed. He tossed the dead corpse in the toilet. He didn't look up when the jailer came back.
"You have a visitor! Hey! Rummy, get up!" Sam sighs and follows the jailer.
Walter. He had to see this guy for himself.
He managed to catch up to Chronos before he disappeared again. Once Chronos heard of Walter's terms, he agreed to take him to Stephen. But. Who he brought back. Walter refused to believe it. It was Stephen, but also wasn't.
''Sit down and shut up!"
Sam, he didn't move or protest when he got handcuffed to the desk.
"Your lucky you aren't heading to the big house! Stupid idiot."
Sam. He knew why he got tossed in here. It wasn't because he was holding a gun, it was because he was ordered to be arrested. By Dean.
Sam, he and Chronos were fighting.
Sam grunted as he got punched in the stomach.
"This will be easier if you don't fight."
"You killed a bunch of people. You have to pay for your crimes." This wasn't an angel, angels they burn out the eyes of their enemies. This guy, he took away people's life force.
"It was necessary." Chronos insisted. He managed to duck Sam's punch. "So what. You know the end of the world is coming. I'm just trying to have a good time."
"That won't happen. My brother and I, my wife and her sisters, we'll stop it." He threw Chronos off him. When he ran, Sam swore and chased after him, not realizing he went back in time. When he ran into the streets, he was accidentally hit by a car.
When he woke up a few minutes later, he was surounded by a bunch of people dressed in old fashioned clothes. Did he accidentally crash a costume party?
"My goodness."
"What is with those clothes?"
"You should be ashamed of yourself. What would your parents think about you? Do something about that hair!"
Sam, he blinked when he looked around. When he saw a familiar face, he breathed a sigh of relief. Dean was there staring at him like he saw a ghost.
"Dean! Justin Timberlake! He got away! Dean?" What was he wearing?
Walter couldn't believe it. It was definitely Stephen. But.
"Put him under custody! Him, he is a wanted criminal!"
"Dean? Dean!" Sam, he felt cold cuffs on his wrists.
"Shut it! Get up you bum!" Sam, he got slammed on the police car. When he looked up 'Dean' was gone.
"Dean? Dean!"
Eliot couldn't believe it.
"Walter. You stupid idiot."
Sam was in jail for only a day, but felt like a week. When he got there, the police were staring at him with their mouths open.
"What is he? I never seen anyone that freakishly tall."
"Never mind that, look at his clothes! His poor mother. She must be so ashamed."
"He needs a haircut! Stupid kid."
Sam, he sat there wordlessly as the policeman was digging through his belongings.
"The hell is this crap?" He pulls out Sam's hex bag. "The hell?" Sam carried it to hide from demons. He heard of that Academy, that bag will hide his magical abilities from everyone. "You some kind of freak?" He tossed the now opened bag on the table. He pulls out Sam's iron Swiss army knife. He put it down wordlessly. When he pulled out Sam's fake FBI badge, Sam kept his mouth shut. "FBI?" He looks at the date. "You are even dumber than you look. This is issued over eighty years in the future!" That made Sam look up.
"Eighty years?" He calculated the years in his head. "1930s? I'm stuck in the 30s?"
"We're all stuck in the 1930s you jackass!" The policeman takes out Sam's cell. Seeing Sam's wife as his lock screen, he stared at it for a full minute. "The hell? How did you get a fine looker like her?" He was staring at Piper's picture.
"She has low standards I guess." Sam, he still couldn't believe she picked him over anyone else. She could have went back to Leo, but she chose him instead.
"Don't be such a genius, what are you such kind of grifter?"
Sam. He took law. He decided to keep his mouth shut. He studied law dating back all the way back to the turn of the century.
They were interrupted by a knock. When the policeman saw who walked in, he nervously stood up and straightened his jacket, as well as putting on his hat. He saluted the mystery man.
"Get yourself some city juice."
"Yes sir."
Sam didn't say a word. For once he didn't know how to get out of this. He just hoped this guy had keys on him. Sam was planning on making a run for it.
The man in black takes off his hat. Sam, he couldn't see his face.
"Look, I can't explain anything alright? This is just a huge misunderstanding."
"Tell me about who you were fighting?"
"Who?" Sam, he wasn't saying nothing.
"Tell me what you know; and I'll get you out of here, no questions asked."
Thinking about that Dean lookalike, plus thinking of never seeing his wife again, he starts talking.
"My brother and I, we were hunting a killer. We split up to kill him, then next thing I knew, he grabbed me and all I seen was a red light."
The guy didn't say a word. Instead he tossed a folder on the table. Sam gave it a casual look, than sharply turned his head towards it.
"Men of Letters." He looked at Hat. "Who are you?"
"The red light. Tell me everything."
Once Sam finished his story, the guy nods.
"I'll get you out of here. As far as everyone knows, you were just a random drunk."
"Wait."
"What?"
"You a hunter? Or a member? Cause I am both." Sam, he wasn't sure if he was still a member, since the MoL were slaughtered in 1958, he and Dean knew about their grandfather Henry. His background.
"Consider me a jack of all trades, a G-Man if you will. Name?"
"Sam. Sam Halliwell." Sam, he knew he was talking to a hunter, but he wasn't sure if he can trust him. Thankfully, he left his IDs in the Impala.
"Ness. Eliot Ness." Sam's eyes went huge.
"Dean is gonna freak." The Untouchables was his favorite movie. He idolized Eliot Ness.
Present Day
Dean was pouring over every article he can find. He got a name. Chronos, God of Time. He was so glad his sister in law was a witch. When his cell rang, he answered it.
"Please tell me you found something." He tapes up another article. He knew Piper went to San Francisco to find out more about Chronos, and to keep an eye on Prue. She heard about those serial killers. She told Dean to call her if he got any leads.
"No. Did you find out anything?" Jody's voice says over the phone.
"His name. His name is Chronos."
"The Time god?" Jody thought it was just a legend.
"Yeah, but who cares. He took Sam." Dean, he is going to kill the son of a bitch. "He's been mummifying people and using a red light."
"You guys get those weird cases often?"
"Usually. But Sis and the others do as well. Usually demons though."
"Still find it funny you and Sam are settled down. Anyways, sorry to pull you into this." Jody apologized.
"Better us than anyone else." Thinking of Jenna. "Anyways, what do you know?"
"Just tell me where you are. I'll meet you."
Chicago 1930
Sam was rubbing his wrists. Eliot Ness. Wow. Sam though. He felt like he knew Eliot his whole life. There was something really familiar about him, and it wasn't the movie he and Dean watched as kids. Eliot as well looked at Sam with curiosity.
"You a witch?" He was staring at Sam's opened hex bag. Sam nodded, no sense in lying.
"Yes."
Stephen. He was a witch practitioner, all MoL members and employees had to know a basic understanding of magic. Walter found magic to be a pain to use, so he gave Stephen everything he needed to study magic.
"A witch who is also a hunter. Huh. Does the world practice magic?"
"In secret." Sam, he had to get home. No way he was staying here.
"Anyways. There were more bodies found. Three kills, all mummified."
"What about the slit throat."
"You know about that? Nice catch." Eliot, he had to make sure this Sam guy was legit. "Yeah, she was found after she was basically tortured. Why would Chronos torture anyone? He hates wasting time."
"Maybe whoever killed that woman was sending a message."
"Yeah." They were interrupted by the cop from earlier.
"Sir! The bail has been paid off."
"Thanks. Lets go kid." Eliot, he had to get Sam better clothes, he stood out way too much. Maybe get a haircut as well.
Sam, he was in awe of the olden days. He wasn't a history buff, but he was always fascinated about the past. Especially in the forties when WW2 started. He wondered if Walter and Eliot fought in it. He nodded at a woman walking by. The woman just scoffed. Sam, he just smiled.
"Here we are." Eliot drives up to the men's clothing shop. "You need better clothes. You walk like a gollumpus."
A gollumpus? Sam didn't think he was that clumsy.
"This is Sam. Sam Halliwell. Sam, meet Ezra Moore."
Sam wondered if she was related to Jessica. He recalled her saying she had a great aunt on her father's side, twice removed.
"Pleased to meet you." Sam said politely.
Ezra looks him up and down.
"Pretty tall for a farmer-clown." Ezra wondered where Eliot and Walter got these strays from.
"He's from the future." Eliot. He didn't know who to hit first. Chronos or Walter.
Sam didn't bother to explain himself. Dean, Piper. They'll bring him home.
Dean just stares at the boxes.
"Bobby. He told me to bring them back, exactly how he cataloged them. Come on, we have a least twenty more in my SUV."
"I have a better idea. I'm calling Sis."
Sam, he was smiling at himself. He looked amazing. He was dressed like a gentleman. Eliot whistled as he walked out. Even with the hair, he looked exactly like Stephen. He wondered what Walter was going to say. He was waiting in the local hotel in town.
"Awesome." Sam couldn't say any other thing.
"Awesome? I guess you are in awe over these clothes. Do men dress well in your time?" Ezra asked.
"Not really." Him, Dean, and almost every guy he knew dressed super casually. Flannels were big, heck even Piper's ex Leo wore flannels on a daily basis based on the pictures he seen.
"Shame. So Eliot. Are you and Walter taking this Sam kid to your hunts? Or you idjits gonna come in all half charged to this hunt." She knew about their friend.
Sam chuckled.
"What?" Ezra asked while brushing him off. The Men of Letters had deep pockets, they came here on occasion for clothes whenever they were in town.
"You just remind me of someone." Bobby. Sam wondered what he was doing these days.
"Ezra, we need help hunting a time traveler." Eliot had to take Sam back to his own time. As for Walter, Eliot was gonna give him a piece of his mind. Plus a punch.
"Wonderful." Even as a ex-hunter, Ezra's work was never done.
"Really? Ok thanks."
"So what did Piper find out?" Jody asked.
"That Chronos guy. Remember that ring you mentioned?"
"The one he wore in every picture he was in?" It was Jody that pointed it out. It was Piper that told Dean his name.
"Jody, zoom in on that ring."
"The Infinite Hourglass." Ezra, she worked with the MoL awhile back ago.
"I knew I seen that ring somewhere before." Sam, he looked in the Book of Shadows from time to time, he found it more useful than any lore he found. That ring was mentioned in it.
"The mark of Chronos."
"I knew it." Sam read the lore about Chronos in one of Bobby's old books.
"Who?"
"The god of Time." Jody explained. She became a hunter after her family died, she didn't want anyone else to be hurt like she was. Especially since Owen was a zombie. She pushed the memory down. She didn't want to remember her late son that way.
"God. Gods. Who cares." Dean was sick of them. "How do we get Sam back?"
"We all know that the old gods lost their juice over time when people stopped believing in them." He remembered Zeus and Prometheus. He punished man for making fun of him and taking away the sun and fire, leaving the Earth in permanent darkness. His fellow god, Prometheus refused to let man suffer, he secretly went to Olympus and stole the fire back and restored the sun's light. Zeus was angered and punished Prometheus for his rebellion and tied him to a mountain, eternally cursed to die a painful day everyday for eternity. Over time Prometheus forgotten who he was and was found by a group of hikers. Long story short, he killed Zeus by using his former lover's Artemis' arrows on himself, killing himself and Zeus, so his son wouldn't suffer. What happened to Oliver, last Sam heard he and his mother was sent to Scotland, trying to free his father's curse from him. When he asked his wife, Piper said Zeus wasn't really a god, he and his daughter Athena and his lover Aphrodite were mortal. Sam, he wondered if all the gods were human at one point.
"These gods. They are not as powerful as they used to be." Dean, he heard the stories himself. He read Daniel's notes. There was deities, but not all were evil. Many before they died, they gave up their power to the Elders, they wanted to die with dignity. They were all afraid of going to the Nothingness, and wanted to go to Heaven instead as mortals. Zeus, and his daughter and lover, Athena and Aphrodite were given that power to fight the true gods, the Titans. The power got to their heads and once they defeated the Titans, declared themselves as gods and enslaved humanity. They ruled for thousands of years, till a fellow Titan stole the fire and light back. Without that fire, Zeus and every other Titan became weaker. Humans eventually forgot about the old ones and without the human's worship and sacrifice, they lost their mojo. Most gods were already gone, the few that still lived on Earth either lived quietly or did what Chronos did, killing humans for their own selfish pleasure.
"So how do I get back to my own time?" Sam, he had to get back. Every second being here changed history. "Do I ride back with Chronos?"
"You can let Chronos use you as gasoline." Eliot suggested. "Let him grab you." Eliot, he was going to see Walter first. Walter was hiding something.
"So how do we get Sam back? Summon a god?" Jody, she wondered if her entire life was going to be this way She heard about Patience's nightmares, that a huge War was coming.
"Ezra, can you watch Sam for awhile? I have to run a errand."
"He's a little old for a babysitter. C'mon kid, I have books in the back. The Men of Letters keep leaving their junk here."
Sam wanted to say something, but instead asks for a pen and paper.
"Here. I wrote down a address with instructions." He hands Eliot an envelope. "It's very important that it is delivered." Sam, he knew how to communicate with Dean.
Eliot nods. He goes to his car and drives to the hotel where Walter is at.
Walter was pacing in his room when he got a knock. He was no patsy, he had a silver knife with him. He peeks in his eyehole.
"Hold on." He takes out the chain and opens the door. "Samuel! I thought you were in Montana." He opens his door widely. Seeing a beautiful redhead, he bows in a gentlemanly way. "Hello my lady." He looks at the whitelighter/hunter. "New friend?"
"Anna. She's an angel." Samuel, Anna was the first angel he met that didn't use a vessel. She used her angel grace to make humans believe they were looking at a human woman.
"Angel huh? Swell. My friend Castiel isn't here, she went back to Heaven. He just got new orders. He'll be back soon."
"Walter, we need help. Anna, here. She said the world's in danger."
Walter was shaking his head. They were interrupted by another lock. The story Anna told, it was insane.
"The hell is happening in the future? Hey Eliot."
Anna flinched when Walter got punched.
"A time traveler?" Walter was holding his cheek. Anna couldn't heal him, her grace was too low. He wanted nothing more than to see Castiel. To ask why he was possessing Pauline again. "Then who is that guy?" Eliot told him about Sam.
"Nevermind. Would you two excuse us? I need to talk to Walter alone." Once Samuel and Anna left, he started laying on Walter.
"The hell?! Why did you make a deal with Chronos! You know he is wanted by everyone!" MoL and hunters, they all wanted Chronos dead. What he was doing, time will collapse on itself. "It's bad enough we have Tempus, now we have to deal with a god too? Why Walter!"
Walter closed his eyes. He still remembered what Stephen said a few days before he died.
"Don't let the Prison break." Stephen, he told Walter about his nightmare. Walter couldn't figure out what that meant.
"You wouldn't understand." He mumbled. That guy, he looked exactly like Stephen. When he asked for Stephen back, he didn't expect that guy on the street.
"Stephen's gone! Walter, it's time you accepted it. Walter, I miss him everyday." He saw Walter's stricken face. He puts his arm around his best friend. "We have a job to do. There is a lost traveler. His name is Sam."
"Sam." Walter, he heard of reincarnation. He wondered if Stephen was reincarnated. He buried his face in his hands. "Do what you have to do. I have to help another hunter. His lady friend, she needs help." Walter was dying to see that Sam kid, but thinking of Henry, he risked changing time if he asked to go back in time. Henry, it may affect his existence. Walter, he only settled down because of Pauline. Pauline, she and Walter worked together when Sacred Forrest was under construction. There they became friends, and started dating. It only lasted three months, it was only when she said yes to Castiel that Walter was dumped. Pauline claimed that Walter needed to focus on his job, dating wasn't a option. Just as well, Walter found Castiel to be a gongoozler. She kept staring at Walter. Walter was flattered, but he wasn't interested. He and Pauline agreed to go their separate ways. Walter met his wife a few months later. Now with Henry, Walter had responsibilities now. "Go and take care of Chronos. I'll take care of Samuel." He still had a job. "We'll deal with Tempus another day." Tempus was a demon that worked with the Source. His power was similar to Chronos, but it was limited. "If you are wondering where I am, I'm heading to California." Samuel, he said Anna needed to use the portals in Sacred Forrest. She needed to head to Knox to see someone she knows. She could fly, but couldn't. "Take good care of Sam."
A few hours later, both Sam and Elliot were looking around Chronos' house.
"Where does that guy get all the lettuce for all this?" Even with the MoL salary, Walter couldn't afford what Chronos had in his house. Fine furniture, a big house, plus expensive home renovations. The entire country was under a recession, Eliot was feeling the crunch. He was considered a lucky man, he still had a job.
Sam absentmindedly picks up a book. When he opens it he shook his head.
"He Biff-ed it." Clever.
"He what?" How the hell do people talk in the future?
"He using strategies from that movie. See, he knows the outcome of everything race there is, and then some." Sam. He was very tempted to use the knowledge of the past, but personal gain. He knew he couldn't do it. Especially with Bobby's lectures.
"He sure loved spending a lot of time in '44." Eliot wondered what was Chronos doing in that time. Why 1944?
Sam closes the book. He had to go home soon, every second here was a ticking clock.
"Let's go back to see your friend." Ezra, she told Sam that she may have a idea how to kill Chronos.
Jody and Dean were reading the various books scattered around. Piper wanted to help, but at the moment were fighting some demons. Dean saw something that made him sit up.
"Dammit!" Dean swore. He looked at his phone.
"That's it! Dean, you want to hear this?"
"Go for it." Hopefully what she suggested was better than what he read.
"There's a spell to summon Chronos right here. He can tell you your future." Seeing Dean's expression, she asked what's wrong.
"It's complicated." Dean, Piper texted him back. Summoning Chronos wasn't easy, but not impossible. However, Chronos was killed ten years ago. Whoever this guy was, he was not Chronos. He prayed to Sam. That he was careful.
Sam and Eliot were sitting in Eliot's car watching Chronos sipping a cup of coffee. Since they had some time to kill, they were exchanging stories.
"Want a sip?" Eliot took a swig of his favorite liquor.
"Sure." Sam usually didn't drink on the job, but he was incredibly thirsty. "Wow." This drink was good.
"I know. Some guy named Capone got this for me. He claimed he bought it from a woman named Baxter."
Capone? Baxter? Wow. Piper's relatives knew some powerful people. Phoebe told them about her past life as Pearl. Sam wondered if he existed back then. When he asked Phoebe, she was evasive.
"So what made you go into hunting?" Sam asked.
"Some vampires were turning people in Cleveland. I was only fifteen. My two best friends, Walter and Stephen, they were in the life. Walter's father was a Men of Letters member, and Stephen's parents were hunters."
"What about your parents?" Sam read the history, he knew Hollywood skewed things.
"My parents owned a bakery. My dad, he hunted back in Norway, along with my mom. My dad couldn't hunt anymore, so he trained me everything he knew when I was twelve. My mom couldn't, she was raising five kids. I was the youngest, so my dad figured to train me. He introduced me to Walter's father when he went to play poker. There I met Walter and Stephen. That day, we became friends. We hunted together since." Walter didn't hunt anymore, he couldn't. Instead he worked as a Men of Letters librarian, he needed to provide a stable life for his young son and wife. Eliot had to hunt, with the economy the way it was, Eliot had to make a living somehow.
"Sounds nice." Hunters always shared a common bond. He missed Dean, he hoped he was okay in his time.
Eliot looked at Sam from the corner of his eye. He was a dead ringer for Stephen. He wondered if this was Stephen reincarnated. His ex, Prudencia told him about it. If it was, he wondered if Walter was there as well. He and Stephen were incredibly close. Walter never got over Stephen's death. That is probably why he made that deal.
They watched Chronos get up and follow a blonde.
"Lets go." Eliot ordered.
As Sam was walking with Eliot he felt a pinch. He grabbed Eliot.
"What."
Sam gestures to Eliot to go back the other way.
"That girl is going to die." Eliot was worried about that beautiful blonde.
"She'll be fine." Sam. He heard whispers. That 'Cronos' wasn't really Chronos. "I think we are being led to a trap." Sam, ever since becoming a witch, his senses were ten times stronger. Especially lately. Ever since the Trails. "Trust me."
Eliot seeing Sam's eyes nodded. Stephen was a powerful psychic. His visions for the future were never wrong. He saved Walter's and Eliot's lives many times. He and Sam walked down the alley and were immediately caught by demons.
"Dammit." Eliot recognized that man. "Gusion."
"Gusion?" Why did that name sound so familiar? Sam thought.
"Hunter. So I see you brought the witch." He wasn't expecting that. He wanted Walter, instead he brought Stephen. He looked over at Sam. "You need blood soon. Make a deal with me, and you could have all the blood you can drink."
"No thanks." Sam realized how thirsty he was. He needed blood. God, their blood. He could practically smell it. He forced himself to concentrate.
"Very well. But a warning. You will become weak soon. Without the blood, you will die a very painful death." Gusion warned.
Dean couldn't believe how stupid he was. He and Sam, they walked directly in a trap. That guy they were following, that wasn't Chronos. Piper called back, he said he was a demon named Gusion, he was a former lieutenant of Lucifer's. He, like Chronos, controlled Time. He was the one that made Chronos what he was. Like Zeus, he made a deal. Gusion gave him his ring, and he and many of the false deities became gods.
Gusion was a fallen angel like Lucifer. He was enamored with Lucifer and willingly followed him in the First War, along with many angels. Lucifer appointed him his right hand man, he needed backup if they lost in battle. Nobody expected God to show up. When they heard God's voice, he and the other angels were too ashamed to return to Heaven. They couldn't stay on Earth, and went to Hell with Lucifer. Hell corrupted the fallen angels, and all became dark and twisted. It was them that turned human souls into demons. They all sympathized with Lucifer and tortured those souls into the demons of today.
Gusion was only here to collect on Walter's deal. Unlike most Crossroads, he didn't have a time frame. He wanted what Walter promised. His heart. That heart being his firstborn.
Dean didn't know very much about his paternal family tree, John refused to talk about it. He knew about Henry, but not very much about his life. All he knew is that he abandoned John in 1958 and was never seen since. Walter must have made a Deal. But Dean for the life of him couldn't figure out why he was here and not in Hell like he expected. He wasn't Walter anymore. Why did Walter make a deal? What did he know? Like Pearl, something must have scared him as well.
"Jody, I need you to do me a favor."
"You're not going to do anything stupid are you?" Jody warned.
"I'm gonna get Sam back. Go!" He ordered.
Once Jody left he started praying.
Sam and Eliot couldn't do anything. Sam, he tried, but like he feared, he couldn't use his witchy powers. He looked over at the demon.
"What do you want?"
Gusion smiled. His eyes were white, but had this glowy gold tinge to him.
"My payment. I got Walter what he wanted, and I'm here to collect." He looked up and down at Sam. "You. You are a very powerful man. And I'm not talking about your bloodline or magic. You will help change Destiny." He saw the future. Unlike the others, Gusion wasn't afraid. He wouldn't exist anyways. "I wanted Henry, but I'll take you instead. Your vessel, it is a very powerful container. You want to know your future? Screaming. Hell's Fires, nothing compared to what's coming. My soldiers, they need all the help they can get. Come with me willingly, and I promise to keep your friend alive."
Sam swallowed. He felt Eliot's stare. But if he didn't agree, he risked changing the future. The world wouldn't know Eliot Ness. He nodded in reluctance.
Walter woke up in his hotel room.
"The hell? Where am I?" The last thing he remembered was getting on that plane. He jumped hearing pounding.
"Walter! Open the door!"
"Eliot?" Walter walks slowly towards the door. He felt so dizzy. When he opened the door, he saw Eliot's frantic face. "What is it?"
Eliot pushes Walter out of the way.
"Remember that Sam kid?"
"What about him?" Sam, Walter hoped he was alright. If that was Stephen reincarnated, Walter wanted him to have a long and happy life.
"Gasion took him."
"Son of a bitch." The Men of Letters heard about him. He was a very dangerous demon. The Warren Women, they couldn't defeat him or make a dent. The Elders as well as many angels were scared of him. He could manipulate time. One snap, and that person could be snapped out of existence. "How?"
"You were the one to make a deal. You tell me." Eliot was going kick Walter's ass.
"Kill me later. I'm praying to Castiel." Castiel, he was the only angel Walter trusted.
Sam woke up tied to a chair. He wasn't alone, there was someone with him.
"Meg." He recognized her. Even in the past. She was in the body of a young man.
"Meg? Is that my name in the future?" He/she stood up. "I'm only here because I needed a break from Alistair. He is a sadistic bastard. Be grateful you are on The Rack instead of his private chambers once you are downstairs." Meg smelled the demon blood inside Sam. "He likes them young. Not many children go to Hell, most go to Heaven. The ones that don't, they go directly to Alistair." Meg wanted to vomit what went on in that room. To save those young souls, she volunteered herself to Alistair every time. She then negotiated to the Soul Trader for them to be reincarnated on Earth. "Trust me, you don't want to meet with Alistair."
"Noted." He knew Alistair was dead. He hated demons, but he was thankful that demon Zankou killed him. Alistair was the worst of all the demons Sam fought.
"So what are you here for? You made a Deal? Why? You are good looking, a very powerful witch, and I see a ring on your finger. Why trade all that for a few measly years?"
"Why do you care?" Sam knew Meg, she was a bitch. She killed their father, kind of. She caused that accident. John died making a deal for Dean. What they went through, no demon can be trusted.
"I have my own reasons." Meg, she can sense Sam's heartbeat. It was getting weaker. Already she liked Sam. "Look. I'll make a deal with you. No Hell. Promise. I'll let you go, plus heal you if you do one thing."
"Like I will make a deal with a demon."
"You don't have a choice. You won't get out of here. There are eight demons outside this door. You'll die the moment you step outside."
Sam sighed. Meg, she was slippery demon, but a lot smarter than she looked.
"What do I have to do?"
"Don't worry about it. Here." She cuts her wrist. She already saw the future. Ruby could go fuck herself. "Drink. You need to be strong to get back to your own time. Say hi to my unicorn for me." Meg was looking forward to meeting Castiel again. He was the only angel that never judged Meg. He and Meg were the ones to break up Walter and Pauline, only because they were attracted to each other. Meg never believed in love at first sight, not until she met Castiel. She sighed in her meatsuit. "Pauline is so pretty. Did you know her lover was this guy I am wearing? Shame he was killed by my asshole brother. Anyways, let's get you outta here." Once Sam finished drinking.
Walter and Eliot were holding weapons. Ezra gave them a special weapon, it was powerful enough to kill almost anything, the weapon known as Pashupatastra. She warned it was extremely dangerous to use, it can destroy the entire world if wielded by the unworthy. She warned that it was only to be used on a super powerful being.
Walter already had a plan in motion. He had to stop Gusion, it was him that made that Deal. He needed to protect Henry and that Sam kid. He took the weapon that was wrapped in a thick cloth.
"We have a demon to kill."
Sam and Meg jumped over the dead bodies. All those innocents. Meg said they were already dead. Sam made a cross motion on his chest. Meg just smirked.
"Don't bother. I know Gasion, he took all the souls already. We have to get outta here. I know how to get you back, but we need to head to California first. Let's go!" Meg, she knew who was coming. No way was she sticking around to meet him.
Anna, she was looking at the portal in Sacred Forrest. She wasn't alone, Prudencia was with her.
"Samuel. Are you sure?" Samuel, he was assigned to be the whitelighter for the Warren Women. Prudencia, Pilar and Pearl. Unfortunately, he shirked his duties and wasn't there to guide the three women. He felt so guilty he wasn't there to save Pearl, that he became a hunter to prevent others from loss. Plus to hide from the Elders who he was sure was out to destroy him.
"Yes. Anna, lets go. I know the director in Scotland. He'll help you for anything you need." They step through.