Chapter Five – Meeting the Young People
"HOLY CRAP," Younger Dean and Younger Sam said in unison.
It was so odd to be staring into their faces. The Younger versions of themselves indeed looked exactly the same as the others. There was only an eight-year difference. Both Sams had the same face structure and same expressions. The Deans had the same pouty lips and badass-look to them. Younger Amy, who was still on the floor, had the same face as Amy and same body composition. The Older people looked at the Younger people for several minutes. The room had grown quiet and, still, no one made a movement to go to Younger Amy on the floor.
According to Younger Dean and Younger Sam, they were basically the same height as their Older selves. Sam had always been a tall kid; he was always the tallest in each of his classes.
Dean, who was still waving goofily at his Younger self, stopped and swallowed.
Younger Sam was gaping at Older Sam. The fourteen-year-old and the twenty-two-year-old had only two differences: eight years and hair. They were almost identical.
"Umm, hi?" Older Sam tried. He stared at his Younger self and at Younger Dean.
"You're…" Younger Sam choked up. "Umm…uh…DAD!"
John Winchester came quickly down the steps. He entered the living room and his eyes grew wide at the two sets of Deans, Sams and Amys.
"Whoa," John gulped, "you've all met."
His dark eyes darted to the floor, seeing the teenager in the bright blue dress lying on the floor.
"Whoa," John repeated. He quickly made his move toward Younger Amy.
Amy, still gawking at Younger Dean and Sam, gave a small smile and said, "Hiii."
Younger Dean pointed at Older Dean. His mouth opened but Younger Dean didn't say anything.
"Amy, Amy, c'mon chica," John whispered down to her. He picked up the eighteen-year-old in his arms and then carried her to the sofa.
"Sam, a wet towel please," John asked.
Both Sams turned and asked together, "Me?"
John looked back and forth and then looked at the fourteen-year-old.
Younger Sam kept his eyes on Older Sam as he quickly went to the kitchen.
Amy stared at Younger Dean and grinned. "It's okay…just breathe…"
"I know what you're thinking," Older Dean commented. "It's good to know that 'I'm still good looking'…"
She threw a glance at him and Amy stared back at Younger Dean. Her attention slowly moved to her Younger self.
Do I really faint that often? Amy thought.
Younger Sam came back with a kitchen towel, the corner drenched in cold water.
"Here…" Younger Sam said, bringing the towel to his father – his eyes still locked on the twenty-two-year-old.
"So," John asked as he dabbed Younger Amy's forehead, "how old are you guys? What year-"
"Amy and I are twenty-six," Dean explained, "Sam's twenty-two…we're from December 2005…what is the exact date, today?"
"Monday, September 4, 1997…" Younger Dean said automatically. His words came out plainly. The young punk was still looking at Dean, Amy, and Sam.
"Ah, so you guys just basically finished off your first month of school," Amy noted, smiling, "senior year is a blast, really, although Prom was a drag-"
"She's coming around…" John announced, staring down at the sleeping teenager.
Younger Sam stood by the couch and turned to his side when he was joined by Older Sam. Dean and Amy came forward while Younger Dean remained behind his father.
Everyone watched as Younger Amy turned her head to the side when she awoke. She took in a deep breath and her small brown eyes slowly opened.
"Hi?" Older Amy greeted.
Her eyes grew wide and Younger Amy opened her mouth to scream. Younger Sam was quickly by her side and he put his hand over her mouth to cover the shriek that now filled the room.
"Amy," Younger Sam whispered, "I promise its okay…it's just us…except…older…"
"Good to know you guys are handling this well," Dean noted.
Younger Dean shrugged and said, "We both killed a vampire earlier this summer in Louisiana. This is even cooler."
"Oh yeah," Older Dean thought with a grin, "that was a fun summer trip."
Younger Amy was taking deeper breaths. Her eyes were glued to Older Amy.
"I'm going to move my hand," Younger Sam instructed, "and you're not going to scream…"
"It's okay, Aimes," John whispered nicely.
He removed his hand just like he said and Younger Sam took a step back, bumping into Older Sam.
The eighteen-year-old girl gulped and she quickly leaped from the couch. She ran to Younger Dean's side and grabbed his arm.
"You're…" Younger Amy whispered, staring at the three. "You're umm…this can't be happening this can't be happening this can't be happening…"
"It's happened," Younger Dean laughed.
Her eyes grew wide once again at the sight of them.
"Holy shit!" the teenager cried, putting a hand to her head.
"Hey, watch the language young lady," Older Amy pointed her finger at the teenager. It was odd for Amy to see herself like this. She had been a good student in her day, she did occasionally skip class and caused a little bit of trouble, but she had remained to keep good grades. Looking at herself in this stage of her life was breathtaking.
Taken aback by this, Younger Amy remained by Younger Dean's side.
She looked back and forth from Older Dean and Older Sam.
"You're…" Younger Amy whispered. "Dean…Sam…? But…how…I mean…"
"Amy, you remember why people call our dad crazy?" Younger Sam asked. He waited for Amy to nod. "Well, it's all true…"
"Wait…the whole monster-underneath-the-bed thing?" Younger Amy coughed out. "Are you kidding me?"
"Amy," John laughed. "You remember when you were younger…your dad Mike and I used to fight a bit?...I told your dad about my new…belief…and I'm pretty sure you overheard what I was talking about…"
"Monsters," Younger Amy breathed. "Ghosts. Demons. Yeah, I remember…but…th-this…"
"I'm you, in the future; I'm twenty-six…" Amy said calmly. She stared at her younger self sadly. "Look, it's okay…it was hard for me to accept this too…John, Dean and Sam helped me…it's okay…"
"B-But…" Younger Amy choked out, fighting back sobs, "this is impossible…there aren't monsters and things like that…it's not logical…it's not normal…"
"'Hate to break it to you sweetheart," Dean said, sticking his hands into his pockets, "it's not a normal world…"
Her mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. Younger Amy rubbed her forehead and closed her eyes.
Her eye lids fluttered opened to look at the two Deans and Sams. She then looked at her Older self.
"So it's true…" Younger Amy whispered sadly. "Something really bad killed your mom…" Her eyes went to Younger Sam and Younger Dean.
The two young boys nodded.
John sighed and he explained, "Your Older selves…they're stuck here for the time being…we're going to wait for tomorrow for a friend of mine to come and help them…so we all need to be calm about the current situation…Amy…I know this is a lot to take…you just need to accept what you see…okay…" He looked at the Older people. "I want you guys to stay here…just to take precaution."
Older Sam nodded. "One of the Impalas needs to go into the garage. People might start wondering why they're two cars out-"
"Two Impalas?" Younger Dean grinned. "Sweeeet."
Older Dean nodded with a smile.
John turned to Younger Amy. "Best not to tell Mike and Kate. They already think I'm crazy. Last thing they need is to find out their daughter believes me."
Younger Amy nodded slowly.
"Well," John turned to Older Amy. "Let's clean up those cuts. Dean" (Younger Dean) "please go pull up the Impala into the garage…Dean" (Older Dean) "go get the other one and pull it into the driveway…"
"'Kay," Older Dean nodded. He turned to Amy. She was taking all of this just as bad as Younger Amy was. But Older Amy was better at hiding it. He touched her arm and Amy turned to him. "It's okay," Dean promised. "We'll figure this out…"
She nodded to him and watched as he left with Younger Dean to go back outside.
Older Sam and Amy turned and stared at their Younger selves. The two sets were staring at each other oddly as John got up to get a First Aid.
Sam wanted to turn and apologize, but his father was already in the kitchen.
"So…you're me…" Younger Amy coughed out. "So…what happens to me in the future?"
"Oh, umm," Amy responded. "I…well, I'm not sure it's okay to tell you now…we don't know if this will affect the future or not."
"Amy," Sam laughed. "Our being here, IF it causes problems for the future, its okay to just tell them everything."
Younger Amy clapped her hands excitedly together and asked quickly, "So, who do I get involved with? Are you involved with anyone right now?"
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Dean pulled the Impala into the driveway next to the green mustang. He turned the ignition off as he noted his Younger self walking toward him.
"I can't believe this," Younger Dean whispered, staring down at the second black car.
"Cool, huh?" Dean grinned. He got out of the car and closed the door. "Here, help me get some bags out of here…looks like we're going to have one big sleepover…"
"Yeah," Younger Dean agreed, sticking his hands in the back of his pockets. "So…umm…Dean?"
Dean was pulling out Amy's duffel bag from the backseat. He turned to his Younger self.
"How's the future for me?" the teenager asked slowly. "I mean…is it as bad as you thought it was at my age?"
He sighed and Dean gave the teenager a smile. "It turns out to be just fine. Don't worry. Now help me with this…"
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Both Deans strolled back into the house to see Amy sitting on a stool in the middle of the living room while John tended to her old wound. They carried in three duffel bags and a medium-sized black suitcase.
Younger Amy and Sam stood in front of her while Older Sam sat down on the couch with a large grin on his face.
"Are you sure?" Younger Amy gasped.
She turned as the two Deans came in and Younger Sam laughed and announced, "Hey Dean, you hook up with Amy in the future!"
Younger Dean narrowed his eyes at all of them and asked, "Wait, what?"
She shook her head and waved her arms. Younger Amy stared strangely at her Older self and then turned to the Deans. "Ewe, no way! I mean…c'mon!...DEAN?"
"Wait wait wait," Younger Dean thought and turned to Older Dean. "Wait…you…and Amy…are like…a couple?"
Both Sams were laughing.
Amy turned on the stool and flashed Dean a smile. "She asked, I told her."
Older Dean laughed as he put the bags on the floor.
"It's true," Dean slapped his Younger self's shoulder.
Younger Dean and Amy stared at one another with a disgusted look. "Ewe," they said together.
Older Dean, grinning to himself, walked over to the couch and removed the jacket. He then walked over to Amy and quickly placed a small kiss on her lips.
Even John was taken back by this but he grinned down at the two.
Younger Amy and Dean stared at them and both went: "Ewe, ahh, don't do that in front of us" and "Oh dear God."
Amy and Dean laughed together.
"Sam," John laughed, "could you please go to the closet and pull out the air mattresses for our guests?"
Younger Sam nodded and left to go to the hallway. Older Sam went with him to help.
"I got it from here Dad," Dean smiled as he took the white gauze from his father's hand. He stood in front of Amy and pulled off a small square of gauze to attach to her forehead.
The two both stared at their Younger selves, who had now refused to stare at one another.
Laughing, Dean and Amy stared at one another as the two young teens went their separate ways.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
"So, Stanford huh?" Younger Sam asked as he pulled out the folded air mattresses.
Sam nodded and said, "Yeah. It'll be a relief when you get to leave. Just hang it in there…four more years…"
He nodded slowly as Younger Sam closed the door. "Do you stop hunting?"
Sam turned to the young boy. He sighed and said, "I did for a while. But then I started up again…you'll know when the time comes. Come on, lets get this stuff to the living room."
O.O.O.O.O.O.
John was on the kitchen phone ordering Chinese food.
Both Sams and Deans were pumping air into the mattresses while the Amys sat out on the back porch.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
The back porch had black metal furniture: a circular table with four chairs. Luckily the chairs had gray cushions to go along with them.
Both Amys sat in the same way – Indian style.
Amy peeked in through the opened door and saw how the Deans and Sams argued about the fastest way to pump air.
"Awe, poor guys," Amy laughed.
Younger Amy laughed as she adjusted her blue dress.
"So, the future seems interesting for the two of us," Younger Amy grinned.
She nodded and Amy said, "You don't know what you want to do in life until your first semester of college – Kansas State – and then you get the best offer …to teach at Northwestern and be a Professor of Art History…"
"Art history?" the teen questioned. "Really?"
Amy nodded.
Younger Amy Cromwell sighed with a smile and thought, "Art history…wow…like…I'm taking my third art class this semester…I really like it…"
"And you'll love it more than you can ever imagine," Amy whispered slowly.
"You don't sound too enthused?" Younger Amy questioned.
Amy shrugged and rested her hands on her knees. "I still love my job…it's just…with this whole thing with Dean and Sam…"
"What whole thing?" the teenager asked.
"Well…" Amy thought carefully. "You…you learn a lot more about yourself...new, special talents…I'll explain it to you some other time."
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Around 6 P.M….Downtown Lawrence…
The club was filled with loud music and flashing black, white and pink lights. Girls wearing seductive articles of clothing and bikinis were dancing on tables, around poles, and in mens' laps.
Most of the men wore conservative, business-type attire.
One business man with short, curly red hair sat alone in the dark corner of the dark club. His eyes were focused on the large stage where twenty or less girls were dancing and bending down to the edges of the platform to read for dollar bills.
The business man with red hair was later joined by the owner of the club. The owner wore torn jeans, a dirty white T-shirt and a black leather vest. He had long brown hair and dark, gray eyes.
"Mr. Chaplin," the owner greeted.
"No names, remember?" Chaplin gritted angrily.
"Sorry," the owner muttered. "So, you want her that much? She likes to choose her own men…"
"I want her…" Chaplin stared at the platform once again.
Both mens' eyes were staring at the woman who took all of the attention of the stage. While all the other women wore bright neon colors, this one wore all black. She wore a leather bra where her large breasts were the major focus. She wore a black bikini as she danced seductively around the center pole. The young woman looked to be about twenty-five; she had nice, slender, long legs and brown hair that reached the center of her back.
Chaplin, being in his mid forties, stared at the woman hungrily.
The owner nodded and he left to approach the platform. He snapped his fingers to get the attention of the men's favorite girl. The young woman in the black strip attire slowly stopped dancing and approached the owner slowly.
He whispered something into her ear and he used his eyes to point in the direction of Mr. Chaplin.
The beautiful young woman stared at the man and shook her head in disagreement.
The owner grabbed her arm angrily and whispered something threatening to her ear.
The woman pulled away and nodded slowly. As she walked by men were willing to pay anything to have a lap dance, the young stripper made her way to Chaplin.
The business man stood up and she led him to the back of the club. The two walked through a black curtain and then stepped behind a large black door.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
The room was painted black. There was a large bed with old bed sheets in the corner.
Chaplin locked the door and slowly removed his black blazer. He was a rather portly man with a stomach that exceeded his belt.
The woman put her hands on her hips as she watched Chaplin remove his jacket and unbutton his shirt.
"I've paid good money for you…" Chaplin mentioned. "I have you for the rest of the night…even until after the place closes…"
She stared at him and gave him a sexy smile. Chaplin stared at her hungrily and quickly made his move toward her.
The woman put her hand on his chest and glared at him.
"What?" Chaplin snapped. "I've paid my debt…now you're mine until morning…" He motioned her to get on the old bed.
The woman sighed and she slowly placed her hand on the man's chest. Her bright green eyes looked up at him and she gave him a devilish grin.
"The owner should have told you I like to have my own men…on my terms…" the woman whispered.
"NOT tonight," Chaplin hissed and he quickly grabbed the woman and forced his mouth on hers. She didn't fight back but instead she forced the man up against the wall.
He laughed and enjoyed this motion. The woman held the man's hands up above his head.
"Mr. Chaplin…" the woman whispered, gazing deeper into his eyes. "This is what we're going to do…you're going to give me all the money you have…then you're going to go to the back alley…and kill yourself…understand?"
"Excuse me?" the man barked. But suddenly the woman forced herself upon the man and placed a firm kiss on his lips.
She pulled away slowly, her eyes turning into a brighter green.
"You have your instructions, understand?" the woman asked with a sly grin.
Chaplin, his eyes lost in a deeper gaze, nodded slowly. He nodded slowly and reached into his pockets. He pulled out a thick black leather wallet and opened it. He removed a thick mass of one hundred dollar bills. The woman took it from him with a grin and then Chaplin, leaving with his shirt still opened, went to the door, unlocked it, and then laughed.
The woman stared after him with a small smile.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
Chaplin stood in the back alley by the dumpsters. He found a large piece of glass on the ground. The older man screamed and groaned in pain as he began to use the glass to cut into his chest. He then took the glass and slowly brought the pointed tip to his wrists.
O.O.O.O.O.O.
A/N: Hope you're all enjoying. Updating as fast as I can. Reviews/Comments appreciated.
