A/N: For the record…I will distinguish between the Older and Younger People…it's a little difficult to keep writing "Older" and "Younger" so for the Older Amy, Dean, and Sam…I won't write "Older"…but for the Young people…I will write "Younger" understand?
Also, for example: If I write: "Younger Amy and Sam" that means both Younger Amy and Younger Sam.
Hope this isn't confusing – ENJOY!
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Chapter Six – The Temptress
The earlier evening consisted of everyone eating Chinese food and discussing the future. Sam and his father refused to talk but conversations were flying all across the table on the floor. The Younger people were so interested in what the future held for each of them. The Older Amy, Sam, and Dean gave a few details but they didn't tell anything major. Younger Amy was still unaware that she would later gain stronger psychic abilities in the future. The young teenager left around ten that night but promised to be back in the morning.
Young Dean and Sam went to bed late as they had been lost in the many stories Dean and Sam told about their previous hunts.
John had gone to bed around nine and didn't stay to hear the stories or details of their adventures.
Three large air mattresses were set up in the center of the small living room. Amy slept in the middle of Dean and Sam.
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The morning was still dark when Dean was up. He had enjoyed the previous night. Talking to their Younger selves had been interesting.
It was too early for Dean to be usually up. He sat out on the back porch shirtless and only wore jeans. The weather was cool and Dean didn't mind the fresh air and nice breezes. He sat, slumped, in the porch chair as he gazed around the backyard. There was an area of woods and he could see through them to see other houses. The view wasn't that great, but it was something to look at.
Dean had his chin rested on his fist. Beside him, on the table, sat a black cup which was stained with the remains of dark brown coffee Dean had recently consumed.
He sat there gazing at his surroundings. His eyes weren't really looking at anything. He looked right pass the trees. Pass the houses. Pass the skies. He was absolutely lost in 1997.
He thought he would be out on the back porch alone for an hour more. It turned out he wasn't the only one up so early.
Amy gazed at Dean from inside the living room. She stared out the glass sliding doors and saw how he sat outside. A part of her was tempted to unblock her psychic feelings so she could understand what Dean was feeling right now.
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Dean didn't turn at the sound of the glass door opening and closing.
Amy was dressed in black-blue-gray pajama pants and a white tank top with her gray zip-up over it. Her hair was pulled up into a short ponytail. Carrying a cup of hot coffee, Amy walked around to Dean and rested the cup on the table.
He sat up in his seat, finally realizing someone was outside with him.
"You're up early," Dean asked.
"It's five in the morning," Amy whispered. "Why are you up so early?"
It was clear she had brushed her teeth and washed her face. She had a fresh look to her. Dean smiled and he reached for Amy's hand.
He pulled her close to him. Amy sat down on Dean's lap with both legs swinging over one of his other legs. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and her hand rested on his bare chest.
Dean had his arm around her back and he tilted his head up when he felt Amy lean down to him. Their lips met slowly and Dean reached up to touch her face. The two pulled away slowly and Amy was touching his somewhat-scruffy face.
"Good morning," Amy greeted.
"G'morning," Dean whispered.
Amy sighed and she stared around the back porch and the surroundings.
The sky had gone from black to a more bluish color.
Dean had his hand resting on her waist and the other holding her hand. Amy's free hand was slowly stroking the back of Dean's hair.
She turned to him slowly and asked, "Are you going to tell me what's wrong or am I going to have to use my psychic mind power on you?"
He gave her that cocky grin and smiled. "I just couldn't sleep…I had to get up…get some coffee…get some fresh air. What about you?"
Amy sighed and said plainly. "I just had a bad dream, that's all. About a strip club."
Dean's eyes grew wide with interest. "Really now?" he asked playfully.
"Not that kind of dream," Amy said firmly. She let out a small laugh and said, "I can't remember much of it. Just…I remember thinking 'Men are pigs'…"
"Ah," Dean nodded his head.
Amy stared down at Dean and slowly leaned over to place a kiss on his forehead. She rested her head against his and enjoyed the feeling of Dean holding her so tightly against him. It was as if he would never let her go. Her side leaned against his bare chest – smooth pecs and hard abs.
"It's weird to be back…" Dean finally spoke. "Back here…"
She nodded slowly. Amy tilted her head so her lips rested against the side of his forehead.
Adjusting herself in his lap, Amy sat where she was looking directly at Dean. She touched his face, her thumb resting on his chin.
"What's wrong, Dean?"
He shrugged and lifted Amy's hand up to his lips. He placed a small kiss on her wrist and stared at up at her with soft, sad eyes.
"You're thinking about your mom…" Amy whispered slowly.
"Hey," Dean chuckled, "I thought we weren't going to use psychic powers-"
"I'm not, just an observation and a good guess," Amy smiled.
Dean grinned and said, "Yeah…it's just…odd. I lived in this house for about fourteen years…so much happened…but the only memories I can think of is about the home we used to have…the one where our mom…" He stopped and sighed.
"I wish you and Sam – and John – could have had more time with your mom…" Amy whispered sadly.
He nodded in sad agreement. "I love the life I live…hunting and killing the big bad…it's just…"
"You wonder what life would be if it was different…" Amy whispered. Dean nodded.
"Like…what would have happened if I did okay in school…" Dean thought. "What if I went to college…" He stared up at Amy. "Would it have taken us more than two decades for the two of us to get together…"
"Everything is meant to be," Amy reminded slowly. "You can't think about 'what if'…you need to look to the future…"
"That's ironic," Dean laughed.
Amy tilted her head and put both hands on his shoulders. "You may not have gone to college. You didn't grow up a normal life. At the age of four you took on full responsibility to take care of your brother…you're a good man…you'd die for your family…you'd die for others and their safety…you've saved more lives than I can imagine…and I think that's better than growing up and wearing a suit to work and making money…I'm proud of the men you and Sam have become…I still wish you two could have grown up in a better way…"
"You need to stop worrying about that, what's done is done…" Dean gave her a hopeful smile.
The two stared at each other for a moment and Amy rested her head against Dean's. She kissed his forehead as he stroked her arm.
They both seemed to be caught on Memory Lane. Usually after school was out, Sam, Dean and Amy used to come out to the back porch and just hang out.
Amy's finger slowly drew circles on Dean's shoulder. They sat in silence, watching the leaves of the trees sway to the east. It almost made them feel eighteen again.
Her brown eyes started to stray from the trees. Further into the back of the Winchester's yard stood a woman with flowing blonde hair and a white nightgown.
She sat up slowly and Amy narrowed her eyes at the figure.
"What's wrong?" Dean asked.
"Oh, umm," Amy thought. She sat up slightly and asked, "Can you get me a cup of coffee?"
He laughed. "You just brought one out."
"It's cold," Amy complained. "Besides I brought that one out for you and you and I drink different types of coffee."
Dean gave her an odd grin and nodded. Amy got up from her place on his leg and Dean leaned down to kiss her on the corner of her mouth.
She watched as Dean slowly went back inside the house. He closed the glass door and Amy quickly made her move to the wood area of the backyard.
Amy, barefoot, stepped carefully over the grass and branches. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the woman in white.
"So, you followed us back in 1997?" Amy whisper
Mary Winchester stared at her with a warm smile. She sighed and shook her head slowly.
Amy's eyes grew slightly wide. "Wait…you're 1997 Mary Winchester…"
The beautiful ghost nodded.
"Aimes…" she whispered. "So nice to see you…an odd occasion…but nice... I see you make Dean happy."
"We just sort of…I dunno…our relationship didn't really start until about five days ago…" Amy explained sheepishly. "Do you understand what's going on?"
Mary nodded back. "Strange at first…but then there were whispers…and I understood. Take care of my boys…"
The woman smiled at her lovingly and took a step forward. Mary wrapped her arms around Amy, hugging her, but Amy couldn't feel it. She felt suddenly colder.
She closed her eyes with a sad smile. When Amy reopened them, she was staring into the trees.
"Amy?" Dean called from behind.
Turning around, Dean rested the new cup of coffee on the porch table and was making his way toward her.
Amy hugged herself and turned to him.
His eyes asked why she was standing there. Amy shrugged and smiled.
Dean shook his head and reached for Amy's waist. His hands pulled her closer to him and the two laughed as their foreheads touched.
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7 A.M…
Younger Dean and Sam came out of their room, dressed, carrying their school things.
Amy and Sam were leaning the air mattresses against the wall while Dean reappeared from the bathroom with a clean-shaven face.
Dean scratched his wet head with a white towel slung over his shoulder. His white T-shirt was slightly wet on the shoulders. He looked around and asked, "Dad still sleeping?"
"You know him," Sam said, he and Amy finishing with the air mattresses. "He sleeps until one and then he decides it's time to do something."
Younger Sam placed his bag and books on the table as he yawned slowly. Younger Dean sat down at the small dining room table. He leaned back in his seat and sighed.
"So, you guys are still going to be here when we get back from school?" Younger Dean asked.
Amy, out of her PJs, smiled and said, "I think so. John's psychic friend – Missouri? – she's coming by today to help us with this time loop stuff."
Sam was back in the living room turning on the T.V. He yawned and stretched his long arms. He left the television on a random news station and then left to join the group in the kitchen/dining room area.
Dean came out of the kitchen drinking a large glass of water. He placed the cup on the table and sat down across from his Younger self.
At that point everyone heard the front door open. Everything was aware already of who it was.
Younger Amy came inside with her car keys swinging along her finger. Her hair was put up into a ponytail.
She gazed at everyone around the table and grinned. "So, I wasn't dreaming."
"'Afraid not," Sam smiled.
"This is still so amazing," Younger Amy breathed.
"Remember, 'mums' the word," Amy whispered.
"Mums?" Both Deans questioned.
Amy rolled her eyes and she stuck her hands in the pockets of her jeans.
Younger Amy's eyes were slowly moving from Younger Sam and Younger Dean to Older Sam and Older Dean. She smiled and said, "Wow…you guys really do grow up to be pretty good looking."
Dean made a cocky smile.
"I mean, Sam's always been good looking," Younger Amy smiled. "Dean, you really went through a growth spurt, huh?"
Younger Dean narrowed his eyes at her and gave her a fake smile.
Sam let out a quiet laugh and watched as Younger Amy went to Younger Sam and placed a small kiss on his head.
"G'd'morning kiddo," Younger Amy greeted.
"'Morning, Amy," Younger Sam smiled, the fourteen-year-old stared down at the black watch on his wrist.
"We should get going…" Younger Sam noted. He stood up to grab his things while Younger Dean rolled his eyes. He stood up slowly with Younger Amy and Sam and grabbed his books as well.
"No skipping," Amy pointed her finger at Younger Dean.
"Hey-" the teenager protested but Younger Amy walked by and quickly slapped the back of his head.
"Dean," Younger Dean complained, "do the Amys always tell us what to do?"
"It seems that way-" Dean started, but he caught Amy's glare and stopped talking.
Younger Amy waved her hand at the Older three and she was followed closely by Younger Sam and Dean. The three teenagers left and the front door closed behind them.
Amy sat down by the table, across from Dean, and sighed.
Sam sat with them and rubbed his head.
"What's with the two of you?" Dean asked while drinking more water.
Sam sighed and shook his head. "I felt like I didn't get a lot of sleep last night."
"Dido," Amy agreed.
Her tone was morose. About two hours ago she had seen the ghost of their dead mother. Amy's guilt was back. She wanted to tell Sam and Dean that she could see Jessica and Mary. That she could talk with them as if they were normal, live people. She knew she wasn't supposed to tell them. But how could she not say anything? Tell them about your feelings and the things you can see…tell them EVERYTHING…
"I had the oddest dream," Sam explained. (Amy wasn't paying attention.) "It was an exotic dance club, possibly a strip club-"
"What-" Dean asked but was interrupted by Amy's abrupt movement at the table.
She put her hands on the table and said, "Guys I want to tell you something."
Dean and Sam turned to her.
"Umm, well, remember with that whole Natiskawa mess? And I sort-of-died…" Amy reminded. "Remember…while I was gone…I learned a lot from your mom and Jess? About my psychic abilities and some other stuff? And I told you I wasn't going to tell you guys until I figured it out for myself? Well…I still haven't figured everything out but there is some stuff I want to tell-"
"Wait, Amy," Dean said quickly. "Sorry" He apologized for interrupting "wait a minute…Sam, you had a dream about a strip club too?"
"Yeah, and?" Sam questioned.
His eyes darted to Amy and Dean said, "Amy had one too."
Amy turned to the new subject. "What was your dream about?"
"Oh, umm," Sam tried to remember. "I remember seeing…this woman…she's dancing on stage – dressed in black – and apparently some guy just pays to spend time with her…and that's all I can remember at the moment-"
"I had a dream of a woman, in black, and she was in a room with this man. He was sort of businessy. And he came onto her but she didn't seem to want that…and then…"
"Yeah?" Sam asked.
Amy shrugged and said, "She said something about wanting the man to die…or kill himself…?"
Dean stared at the both of them and he quickly got up from his seat. Sam and Amy watched as Dean went through his duffel bag on the floor and pulled out their father's journal.
He brought it back to the table and Dean opened up several pages and pointed at a sheet of old yellow paper.
"Here…Dad made a log of all the creatures he killed…" Dean pointed.
Sam had never seen this part of his father's journal.
Amy looked down and read: "'January 1984: I took on my first job. A poltergeist in an old man's shop'…"
Sam gazed down at the log and continued: "'February 1984: Faced a monster earlier this week. It's called a Black Dog. Got a couple of bruises and aches in my back'…"
Dean flipped through several of the pages until he read aloud, "'September 1997: Stayed home this time to take care of work. Faced a Temptress. I didn't kill her. It was an accident. She was human, after all. She ran into the street. I tried to stop her. She was hit by a truck'…"
"Wait," Sam thought. "I don't remember Dad facing a Temptress…"
He shook his head and Dean said, "Dad didn't tell us…remember? He said he was staying in Lawrence for a while because we were starting school…I learned later he just really stayed because there was a situation with a Temptress-"
"What's a Temptress?" Amy asked.
"A Seductress," Dean explained. "Women are Temptresses and men are Tempters…they originate from Europe but it's not clear how they came about-"
"They were usually the sons and daughters of concubines. They were children born out of lust," Sam continued. "They possess skill to tempt and seduce. They can also live for a very long time, they're not immortal, but they can look like they're twenty for fifty or so years…"
"Dad faced a bad one," Dean remembered. "He told me once while it was just me and him on a hunt. There were odd deaths of rich business men. Dad went to check it out. There was a strip club in downtown – in our time, the place was closed down – but now…Dad told me he learned it was a Temptress. She killed men, took their money…she tried to pull one over our Dad but he eventually made the decision to take her to the police… 'She was human, after all'…" Dean quoted from the journal. "Dad told me he couldn't kill her. They may not be normal people but they're still human. The Temptress ran from him and Dad chased after her. She apparently made the wrong turn and Dad chased her into the street and she was hit by a car and died instantly…"
"So Sam and I had a dream about her…" Amy commented. "Does this mean we're supposed to help?"
Sam said, "I mean…the Temptress is taken care of by Dad alone…we don't really need to help…but still…having dreams about it makes me wonder if there's a better way to handle this."
"A better way?" Dean asked. "She was hit by a truck. She killed people."
"Tell me more about the Temptress," Amy asked.
Dean sighed and explained, "Usually Temptresses (and Tempters) are usually civil. Most of the time they're good people. They only use their power to get money from scrupulous characters and donate the cash to charity. It's the ones who like to make an impression that we worry about. The Temptress Dad faced in particular was odd. Her powers weren't strong. In order to get a man under her full control she would have to be around them more than once or twice and she would kiss them more than once…after that they do anything she wants…plus it only works when men are under emotional or physical stress…when they're vulnerable."
"We need to get Dad up and talk to him about this," Sam noted. "And I guess we need to get to work."
"Gee, I thought we were actually gonna take a vacation. After all, Christmas this year was a little rocky," Amy mocked.
Dean nodded and said, "We'll talk to Dad and get the Temptress out of the way. We have to wait until Missouri gets here though and tells us about our time loop situation."
"Great, more fun added," Amy laughed sarcastically.
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A/N: Trying to update as fast as I can. I've been working a lot lately and I want to get to the fun stuff. I hope you're all enjoying! Many apologies for lack-of-update-ness and not-a-lot-of-fun-and-interesting chapters. Reviews/Comments appreciated.
