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Chapter Four – Welcome Home Chat

A gun was pointed immediately into Dean's face. His eyes grew wide as his face met the end of the pistol. Amy jumped back and grabbed onto Sam's arm. The three stared, frightened, as John Winchester pointed his gun – studying each of their faces.

"Who the hell are you?" John whispered. "What do you want?"

Dean held his hands up in defense. "Dad…listen to me…just look at us…" He gulped. "It's me, Dean…here's Sammy…and Amy…we're from eight years into the future…I know this is a little difficult for me to explain…and I'm sorry about being abrupt…but this is the way-"

"I think you three need to get off my property-" John warned.

Sam took a quick breath. His eyes were first focused on his younger-looking father. "Dad, please," Sam begged quietly. "Look in the driveway…"

John darted to and fro and then his eyes peeked carefully out toward the driveway.

He stared at the two Impalas strangely. John kept the gun in Dean's face.

"You taught us how to fight," Sam intervened quickly. "You taught us about demons, ghosts and monsters – in November of 1983 our mother, Mary Winchester, died…Dad, please…"

The mention of Mary made John's lip twitch. He continued to study their faces.

The gun was finally lowered.

"She was right…" John whispered oddly. "She was right…"

"Who was?" Dean asked.

John stared at his older sons. His eyes peered over at Amy, whose eyes were still glued to him.

"Dean?" John whispered. His eyes seemed to glisten against the sunlight. "Sam?" John turned to his youngest son.

"It's us…" Sam whispered.

John placed a hand over his mouth and suddenly reached over and placed a firm grip on Dean's shoulder. The twenty-six-year-old felt himself being pushed forward. His father was hugging him.

Dean tried to hide the overwhelming happiness flowing through him. Technically, this wasn't his father. He hadn't seen his father in a few months. But being in John Winchester's arms gave him closure.

He patted his father's back as Dean pulled away and smiled.

John turned to Sam.

"My boy…" John smiled, Sam approached him and at first the two men shook hands. Then John once again pulled his son into his arms.

Sam smiled as he felt his father hug him. It felt like it had been ages since he and his dad did this sort of thing. Most of their time together usually involved yelling.

John pulled back and waved his hand inside the house, "Come in…"

Dean and Sam stepped inside first. Amy paused, giving John a shy grin, and she took a step forward.

"Amy…" John gasped. He put his arm around her shoulder and led her inside.

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The house was just like they remembered it. To the left were a small kitchen and a door that led to the half-bathroom. To the right was a small dining room. Going into the house, a plain looking living room was round with two couches and a chair. There was a fireplace and a small T.V. set in the corner of the room. Along with the living room being in the back of the house, there were two bedrooms.

Dean and Sam, sharing a room, had gotten the master bedroom while John was satisfied with a regular sized room.

There were stairs off to the side that to the single bonus room AKA training room.

"Wow…" Sam sighed, looking around.

The walls were dark blue and there were several picture frames hung around. Most of them were photographs salvaged by the fire.

Amy stared around dreamily. It's been so long…

John kept his arm around the girl and faced the three.

"I knew you were coming," John explained, "well, not exactly…one of my psychic contacts-Missouri Mosely-you probably already know…she called me the other day and warned me that I should be expecting guests…she said I should be ready…and wow…"

Dean grinned.

John ran a hand through his thick, black hair. "I c-can't believe this…you're really here?"

Sam stuck his hands into his pockets.

"This I can't get over…" John gasped for air. He didn't seem as surprised by the way he talked. "Monsters, ghouls, demons…and now…seeing my future sons…"

"It's nice to know you were expecting us…" Amy smiled.

John shook his hand. "I wasn't expecting the three of you…to be quite honest I thought I would be expecting people to help out with the search for that damned thing that killed…" He paused and bit his lip. "Well…it's a joy to have you…"

"Dad, we went through a time loop…" Dean said quickly. "We came to you because we thought you could help us…"

"Time loops?" John exclaimed. A part of him seemed eager and interested. "So, those things are real? Wow…what was it like?"

"Umm, painful," Amy pointed at the reddish wound on her forehead.

"Oh dear," John sighed, finally noticing her wound and Sam's as well. "I have a First Aid – we'll put some bandages on those…"

"Dad, time loop…" Sam reminded slowly. "We need to find out more about it…"

"Oh, don't worry," John grinned. "Missouri told me you would have questions…she's very cryptic, that woman…she told me that I should tell my guests several things…One: Don't worry about getting home too soon…Two: When it's time to go home, you'll just know…Three: When she gets back from her trip tomorrow, she'll explain the rest."

"So wait, everything's okay then?" Amy asked.

"Missouri didn't tell me you were coming or that it involved time loops," John explained. He's breathing started to calm down. Even for John Winchester it was difficult to accept the fact that three time travelers were in his living room. "She'll be back tomorrow and she'll stop by the house…"

"Wait," Amy repeated, still in disbelief, "so everything's okay then? Really-"

"Sorry sweetheart, she didn't mention much-" John started.

"I-I have a job to get back to," Amy whispered, "that's why I was in North Carolina in the first place – do you realize how many conference hours I completed – I can't lose my job – I highly doubt going back to 1997 will be an excuse-"

"Amy," John laughed. "Wow…" He smiled at her. "You've really turned into a major conservative, haven't you? I told you, Missouri told me that you guys have nothing to worry about. She'll explain."

Amy nodded slowly. "Hey, what do you mean by major conservative-"

"Dad," Sam intervened quickly. "I thought you were an expert with time loops?"

"Am I?" John questioned. "I don't think I've ever told you boys – or my boys – the younger ones – about them…I just know that time loops take you in different places in different times…that's it…"

"But you told us so much more than that," Dean remembered. "I remember it was before graduation too…"

"I'm sorry Dean," John thought. "I don't know much – Missouri probably knows."

"How is it that you don't know-" Sam started.

"Wait…" Amy thought for a moment. "Maybe right now he doesn't know much about them…but he will later…because we're here…" She paused. "Us just being here will make your dad such an expert…eventually…" Did that make sense?

"Makes sense…" Dean thought. "Wait…where's us? I mean the younger us…"

"Oh, they're sitting on the back porch," John suddenly remembered. "Let's go upstairs. Dean and Sam might be able to handle this – but Amy…"

"Hey, Amy can handle this just fine," Amy protested, saying Amy was odd to her.

"C'mon, lets get up stairs…" John led the way.

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The stairs led to a single white door. Amy smiled. For fourteen years she came to the house just about every day and she was never allowed to go upstairs. Now she was able to see the infamous training room.

John took a key from out of his pocket and stuck it into the doorknob. He unlocked it and opened it. Dean and Sam stepped in first and John followed. Amy remained on the top step until she stepped forward.

The bonus room had clipped ceilings. The walls were all painted white. Against the corner was a large brown desk and gray computer. There were several books piled quite high on the desk and even on the floor. The books looked old and were obviously not the type most could find at a local Barnes & Noble. There were newspaper clippings all around the wall as well as computer printed articles. Different pictures and drawings – most made by John – showed different outlines of monsters and demons. Amy paused at the sign of one drawing, done on notebook paper, showing a type of demon with great, scaly wings.

A red punching bag was attached to the ceiling with a great silver chain. There were several weights in the corners as well as different fighting weapons: sais, large sticks, and blades, which were all attached to the wall.

"This is where it all began…" Dean sighed, staring around the walls.

Amy moved from picture to picture, until finally she came to the nicest-looking photo in the room. It was a black and white image of a young Mary Winchester.

Sam came to her side and explained, "Dad put the picture here so when we were training…we could look at the picture and be reminded of why we were doing this…I'm pretty sure for eighteen years, being in this room, not once did I look at that picture…"

She stared sadly into his face. And Amy put her hand on Sam's arm.

Sam explained, "It didn't always take place here…Dad signed us up for martial arts classes: karate, taekwondo, wushu...kickboxing, special martial arts-weapons training…"

"Dad's the man who taught us wit and street smarts," Dean grinned, putting a hand on his father's shoulder. Father and son were both the same height.

"Yeah, Dad's the man…" Sam sighed, still staring at the picture of his mother.

"You sure do know how to decorate, Mr. Winchester – I mean John – all of these picture…" Amy muttered, staring at another picture of a demon that seemed to have horns in all different places of its body. "They're all…lovely…"

"This is where my boys will get their real schooling for life," John smiled, putting his hands on his hips as if he had achieved victory in some way.

Sam's cheeks were sucked in. Amy knew what meant: Sam's angry.

He turned around and stared into his father's face. "You know," Sam started, "when I'm eighteen I get a scholarship to Stanford…playing soccer…I've graduated now…"

"Sam-" Dean warned.

"Stanford?" John questioned. "Really? I know my little Sammy likes school and all…but I'm pretty sure after high school is done with-"

"It's Sam," Sam corrected. "And after high school I leave for California on that scholarship…and I quit hunting…"

"You quit?" John snapped.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Sam hissed.

Dean's eyes grew wide and he barked, "Don't take that tone with Dad-"

"I tell you that in the future, your son, Sam, will go to Stanford on a full scholarship and all you can do is try to find better opportunities I should have taken-"

"I can't believe you quit hunting!" John exclaimed. "Sam, I trained you to a be a fighter…so you can protect yourself-"

"No, you trained us so we could find the thing that killed Mom. Dad, you know…that thing that killed mom…it'll kill my girlfriend too…"

"Sam-"

"So yes," Sam explained, "after my girlfriend died I go back to hunting…so can you at least be happy about that?"

"Death is not a funny matter," John whispered. "But maybe Younger Sam can understand now…tell him your story…tell him that trying to live a normal life will only get his girlfriend dead-"

He made a quick move toward his father but Amy stood in the way. She wrapped her arm around Sam's waist and she clung him to tightly.

"Well, look at Sammy boy," John smiled. "See, my son is a fighter…"

"You ruined our lives, I hope you know…" Sam snapped. The grew suddenly grew quiet by his comment. "Dean never had a normal life – and that's NOT a good thing – and look at me…maybe if I did live a completely normal life, maybe Jessica would still be alive."

"I'm sorry about your girl, Sam," John tried. "But now you finally know what it's like-"

"I can't believe you justify what you do to me and Dean!" Sam shouted. "You want your revenge and you train your boys to do it in case you never get the chance-"

Dean suddenly made a move too – but toward Sam.

Amy detached herself and ran into Dean. She put her arm around his waist and put a hand on Sam's chest. Both brothers were glaring at each other.

Sam shook his head and said, "This has been a nice welcome home chat…I'm outa here…"

He stormed out of the bonus room. Amy watched as Sam trailed down the steps.

"C'mon," Amy dragged Dean to follow.

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Amy came quickly down the steps and found Sam making his way across the living room to get to the door.

"Sam, please," Amy begged. She got close to Sam and held his arm.

"Amy," Sam sighed, "you know how my Dad and I are…I just thought coming back from the future would change things about our relationship…you saw the way he reacted when I told him about Stanford-" His tone was mocking.

"Sam," Amy said firmly. "Your dad has his reasons for doing things. You went your separate ways. You know what happens in the future so don't start fights now-"

"What the hell is your problem?" Dean's voice boomed in the room.

Amy stood in between as Dean advanced on Sam.

"Just like old times, huh Dean?" Sam snapped.

"You're older now," Dean gritted his teeth, "get over it."

"I can't stand being here-" Sam started.

"SO GET OUT," Dean ordered.

"I was just leaving," Sam started but Amy took hold of his arm.

"I cannot believe the two of you!" Amy shouted in between them. "Sam, I know you have grudges against your dad and Dean I know you don't like it when Sam speaks that way about your dad and mom-"

"No respect for your elders-" Dean started.

"Hey, Dad's the one who taught us to not have respect for elders, remember?"

"Stop it, the both of you!" Amy tried to shout.

"Shut up" and "Get the hell out" and "You ungrateful little-" began to fly across the room. Amy kept each hand on Sam and Dean's chest to ensure they stayed where they were standing. Amy rolled her eyes as the brothers continued their banter.

But Amy was no longer focusing on the fight taking place. Her hands, which were placed on their chests, slowly moved upward over their mouths.

Dean and Sam, surprised by Amy's action, both looked down oddly at her.

"Jerk," Dean mumbled through Amy's hand.

"Ass," Sam threw back.

"Umm, guys…" Amy whispered.

Dean and Sam slowly looked where Amy was staring at.

The two sliding glass doors that led to the back porch were opened.

Younger Dean, Younger Amy, and Younger Sam stood side by side, glaring at the Older three with wide eyes and opened mouths.

Amy removed her hands from Dean and Sam's mouths.

"Hey there young people," Dean waved his hand at them.

Younger Amy's eyes closed as she fainted and fell back onto the floor.

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A/N: Trying to update as fast as I can! Hope you're enjoying! I LOVE GETTING FEEDBACK/REVIEWS/COMMENTS – it puts me in a better moon when I write. I hope everyone has a fantastic week!