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Title: Life Changes

Chapter Title: Chapter Eight

Set After: Fight For Survival (One Month Later)

Summary: Future Consequences/Fight For Survival/Life Changes Trilogy. Sam and Dean thought that Anna was out of their lives… Well, she's coming back in a big way.

Warnings: Typos, most likely… I type fast and don't look back… sorry!

"Stop it!"

The demon and his wife quickly looked over at the cave entrance. "I thought I banished you," the demon said, narrowing his eyes at Dean.

"You did. But I came back for my brother," Dean growled. He pulled a gun up, aiming it at the two. "Let him go. Now."

"Dean, what the hell are you doing here? You're bleeding! Badly!" Sam yelled, his eyes a bit wide.

"I'm saving your ass! What does it look like?" Dean kept his eyes on the demons, glaring at them. "Let. My. Brother. Go."

"Dean!" Sam yelled, scared for his older brother.

"Honey, he's bleeding all over," the woman whined, looking up at her husband. "Can't we heal him?"

"What, are you turning good on me?" the demon growled, glaring at his wife.

"I just think that's going to be a big mess to clean up," the woman said, shrugging. "Besides, he's fighting death to save his brother. Which is sweet, whether your good or evil. And, plus, didn't you always say there was shame in fighting the weak? Let's make it fair."

The demon thought for a moment. "You owe me." He then turned to Dean, waving a hand. Dean's injury was immediately healed.

"I know where he'll die," the woman sing songed before waving her hands.

"What the hell is your problem?" came the sound of a man yelling.

"I don't know, you tell me!" came a woman's voice.

Dean opened his eyes slowly, looking around. He was in his room… well, his room at Anna's house. But why? And he was on the floor, his head bleeding. After another look he found Sam also on the floor, unconscious. He got up with a groan and walked over to his brother, kneeling down next to him. He shook him slightly. "Sam, wake up."

Sam opened his eyes slowly, putting a hand to his head. "What happened?"

"I don't know," Dean said, standing up. "But someone's not very happy."

"He just wanted his parents die, Shana!" The screaming people seemed to be in the next room over. "That's not something you just get over!"

"You know what? I'm not the one with the problem, Dean! You are!"

Sam and Dean looked at each other slowly. "Um…" Sam trailed off, raising his eyebrows. Dean just shrugged his shoulders.

"Me?" they heard 'Dean' scoff a laugh.

"Yes, you! You're treating him like a five year old! He's fifteen!" the supposed Shana yelled.

"I know how old my own nephew is!" 'Dean' screamed back. "But his father was just murdered by a demon right in front of him! Does that mean nothing to you?"

"You are not the man I married."

"Well, I'm sorry if I'm a little upset because my brother just died!"

"Screw you, Dean!" They then heard the door open them slam shut.

"God Damnit!" Something then hit the wall, and they were pretty sure 'Dean' had punched it.

Dean walked over to the door slowly, opening it up. He came face to face with a teenager, who started screaming. The door immediately opened.

"What? What is it?" 'Dean' asked, then nodded slightly when he saw Dean. "Oh. Right."

"You don't seem surprised!" the teenager yelled, turning to 'Dean' quickly.

"Well, I remember that trip," 'Dean' said, nodding slightly. "Wasn't the best." He then turned in the hallway. "Kevin!"

An older boy, about eighteen, walked up to them. "Yeah?"

"What did I tell you?"

"To keep an eye on Kyle…"

"And so why is he here?"

"Um…"

"Go. Now."

Kevin nodded slightly before grabbing the younger boy, pulling him down the hall. "That was Dad in there!" Kyle yelled as he was dragged down the stairs.

'Dean' sighed and walked into the room, closing the door behind him. He leaned against the wood for a moment, then nodded, walking over to the bed. "Kevin and Kyle. Sam's kids. Kevin's eighteen, Kyle's fifteen."

Dean nodded slightly, looking over at Sam. "Okay… That explains so much."

"The demon's wife did this," 'Dean' said, looking over at the two. "Don't worry, you'll be home in no time."

"What aren't you telling us?" Sam asked immediately. He narrowed his eyes at the future version of his older brother.

'Dean' let out a pained chuckle, nodding. "You won't like it."

"Tell me," Sam said, crossing his arms.

'Dean' shook his head. "I can barely look at you."

"Thanks," Sam said sarcastically.

"No, it's not that," 'Dean' said quickly. "You um… you and Anna were attacked by a demon yesterday… You didn't make it."

"Oh," Sam said softly, looking over at Dean, who looked a little pissed.

"And you didn't stop it?" Dean asked, crossing his arms. "You just let him die?"

"I wasn't here!" 'Dean' said defensively, looking over at his younger self. "This is Sam's house. I live somewhere else with my wife… I didn't know until it was too late… Kevin called me and told me something was here, and that Sam and Anna had told him to get Kyle out of the house… then the line went dead. I rushed over but Sam and Anna were…"

"I can stop it," Dean said suddenly, nodding. "If I know it's gonna happen then I can stop it."

"That's what I thought," 'Dean' said, nodding. "When I took the visit here. But you can't. It's meant to be, no matter how hard you try to fight it."

"And you're just going to accept that?" Dean asked coldly.

"I don't have a choice." 'Dean' sighed, shaking his head. "Kyle saw it happen. He's traumatized… I'm just trying to help him out. When he's better I'll try to work out Sam being dead. But until then I just can't. I love my brother, but… His sons were so important to him. I know he wouldn't want me to just ignore that to bring him back. If there even is a way, that is."

Sam nodded. "I understand. I mean, really, I do. Is there anything I can do to help?"

'Dean' looked at Sam for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah… Kyle's convinced it's all his fault. Kevin and I have been trying, but…"

Sam nodded. "I'll talk to him."

'Dean' was relieved, and you could tell by his expression that he was silently thanking God for the two of them coming. "Thanks."

Sam nodded, then walked over to the door. He took a deep breath, nodding slightly. "I'm going to go tell my son, who hasn't been conceived yet, that my death is not his fault. Damn the irony." He shook his head before leaving the room.

"How does Kevin treat Kyle?" Dean asked with interest as soon as the door clicked shut.

'Dean' smirked, looking over at him. "Don't worry, I've taught him well. He treats Kyle like you do Sam… how I used to. Probably a little better, though." He took in a deep breath, looking down at the ground. "I can't believe he's gone…"

"What wouldn't you tell Sam?" Dean asked, looking at his older self with interest. "What's so bad?"

'Dean' looked hesitant for a moment, then nodded. "Alright, I'll tell you."