The dull pain in his head was ebbing away slowly, as if his skull was a sponge that was being squeezed and the pain was squirting out. He tried to struggle, but struggle was fruitless, the man, who if alive Dean could easily dominate, was now in his ghostly form and infinitely stronger. He had that look in his eyes, that callous look of control and malice, he was going to make Dean suffer, and he was going to like it.
"That little expression of affection back there was adorable, making your brother leave like that" he was hovering inches from Dean's pinned form and the helpless Winchester wanted nothing more then to be able to reach over an rip off his nose. "It surprised me at first, big tough guy like you, risking his neck for his baby brother, but now that I see your eyes, I should have known all along." The pain edged its way back in and the room started to spin in front of Dean's eyes, the last sound he heard was Sam's pounding on the door before it all went black.
"Sam, we have got to get out of here" Collins was frantic, and the baby in his arms was starting to cry again.
"I'm not leaving my brother in there with…that." His voice had cold determination in it, but Collins was prepared for this.
"How are you going to get him out? Huh? Are you going to beat down the door? 'Cause you can't, Sam, you need to get something to help." Sam still didn't turn to face the officer,
"I am not leaving my brother in there" his voice was desperate and Collins was having a hard time deciding between good and bad cop. He ran a mini-synopsis in his head, this man was dangerously loyal to his brother, sensitive and quieter, he probably didn't have the best of childhoods, and he had that look in his eyes, that beaten look of a third grader who is constantly teased on the playground. He decided on good cop.
"You want to help your brother, right?" Sam finally faced Collins, his eyebrows raised the look on his face showing the officer exactly what he thought of his most obvious question, "right, but standing here behind this door screaming his name is not going to help him, you understand?"
Dean felt little pinpricks of raindrops on his arms as he slowly opened his eyes. He took a deep breath and jumped up fighting, swinging his arms around in a desperate attempt to get away from the ghost, to get back to his brother.
"That's not going to help you" the cold voice chuckled at the strong man's attempt to wail on the iridescent form.
"Where the hell are we?" Dean demanded forcefully and the man remained irritatingly calm,
"Not where…when." He said and Dean rolled his eyes at the bad made-for-tv bad guy line.
"Alright, when the hell are we?" The man grinned and popped up in front of him with a creepy grin on his face,
"About eight fifteen tonight" the man seemed all too proud of himself and Dean scoffed, the rain falling down more heavily impairing his vision.
"You took me into the future a whopping four hours, congradulations." He quickly turned away from the man and his face went instantly white at the scene he was faced with.
Sam and Collins had been arguing for a good four minutes and the officer was getting tired.
"Look, Sam, if you don't want to get any help for your brother then fine, stand outside this door and try to unhinge it with your fists, but I'm going to get some serious help, okay?" Collins turned the little girl's hands gripping his forefinger tightly. With every step he took the baby tightened her grip and he could feel a wail growing inside of her. He tried to walk faster, but that only seemed to upset her more. She couldn't be more then a year old, and Collins wasn't the best at deciphering baby speak, but something was defiantly wrong. She wretched her head around big wet tears rolling down her rosy cheeks. She flung her arms around Collins neck and gripped him around the jugular. "Kailey, what is wrong with you?" She only cried harder at the harsh words and he sighed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" he cooed, but it sounded fake coming from his gritty mouth.
"I don't think she wants to leave" Sam called, his hand still on the doorknob. Collins rolled his eyes,
"Maybe she wants you to come with us."
Dean couldn't believe it, his pretty car, and the love of his life, smashed. It was completely collapsed like an accordion between two monster eighteen wheelers. He walked up to it like a man in a trance, stunned. The flashing lights of police cars around him and busy, rushed people didn't seem to notice him as he edged his way towards his baby, then it occurred to him, if his car was smashed like this, someone had to be driving it.
"Sam? Sammy!" Dean's voice was frantic; the wreckage looked so mutilated it was hard to believe anyone could make it out alive. He found himself muttering various pleas to any entity that would listen that his brother would be okay.
"Mr. Winchester?" The gentle voice of trained sympathy came from behind Dean and he turned around, his eyes filled with worry and uneasiness. However, the woman walked right past the elder brother to the curb a few feet away from the scene of the accident. What could have easily been mistaken as a pile of dirty clothes was sitting on the hard curb. A head of long scraggily hair was all that could be seen of the young man that was obviously in shock. Dean let out a little sigh of relief, Sam was okay, Dean hadn't failed so everything was going to be alright. However, once his little brother lifted his head, Dean could see by the look in his eyes that something was horribly, horribly wrong. It wasn't just the tears in his eyes, or the blood smeared on his face, or even the hard look of his mouth that showed he was grinding his teeth together hard, to keep from sobbing, it was the emptiness. The hollowness in his eyes was scary, it was like someone had ripped the soul out of Sam.
"Sam, hey" Dean said jogging over to his brother and putting a hand on his shoulder, Sam didn't even flinch. Dean furrowed his brow, "Sammy, hey, Sam" He was shaking his brother's shoulder violently, but neither Sam nor the medic seemed to see or hear him.
"They can't see you" The man was standing beside Dean again, his fingers laced together in true evil genius fashion. "I'm the ghost of Christmas future, and you are Ebenezer Scrooge looking foreward at the grim future." Dean's stomach sunk, in this future, he was no where to be found. "Take a look in the car." The man was almost cackling now as Dean hurried to what used to be the driver's side window of his beloved car. He nearly threw up when he saw himself, his blood everywhere, his eyes cold and lifeless. He gulped several times and stumbled back a few steps. "However, like Scrooge, you have a chance to change this." The man was talking again and Dean's eyes were back on his brother, who was alone and sobbing on the side of the road.
"How?" He asked fighting down sadness and rage. The man pretended to think for a second on that point and smirked,
"You could give him the keys" he said nodding his ghostly head towards Sam. Dean shook his head,
"What would that do?" The man smiled his grin spreading across his face, enjoying every moment of the younger man's pain. He nodded his head back towards the door and in place of Dean's mutilated, dead body, was Sam's. "NO" his voice was loud, steady, and forceful. The man nodded with a skeptical look plaguing his features,
"If that's how you want it." He nodded towards the car again and Dean's lifeless eyes stared up at him once more. Dean tore his eyes from his own dead body and looked over at his most defiantly alive brother on the curb.
"It is." The man nodded and the ground beneath Dean's feet began to spin. Before he knew it he was back in the dank room, pinned against the wall.
"You see how horrible this world is now, Dean? How bad things happen to good people?" Dean gulped audibly, but didn't say anything as the man paced in front of him again.
"Good doesn't always triumph, Love doesn't conquer all, and tonight, you will die."