Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 3 of Where the Lonely Ones Roam. Thank you to all who left reviews for the last chapter. It really means a lot that you guys are enjoying the fics I have been writing. I love hearing the feedback from you guys. It helps me become a better writer and bring content to my readers. I do apologize that it took so long for me to get another chapter up. I was healing up from surgery and have been in a cast from July 2 to July 30th and it made it a bit difficult to type on a computer and harder to hold my cell phone or tablet. So I do apologize. I'm posting this in honor of Supernatural Day 2019. I hope you guys enjoy this next chapter of Where The Lonely Ones Roam. Enjoy.

Chapter 3

The Very End

Dean and Rosa slowly got out of the Impala and headed towards the hotel where they were staying in.

A man stopped them in their tracks. "Excuse me, friend, but have you taken time out to think about God's plan for you?"

Dean stopped and looked at the man with tired eyes. "Too friggin' much, pal."

Rosa slowly took Dean's arm and entered the hotel with him. She rubbed his arm softly knowing that he was not having an easy time with the whole thing of being away from his brother and her giving him what for… well she knew that it was making him think about what he was doing.

SPNSPN

Dean sat on the bed with his phone up to his ear while Rosa sat on the couch in front of her computer typing away. "We're talking about the Colt, right? I mean, as in the Colt?"

"We are."

"Well, that doesn't make any sense. I mean, why would the demons keep a gun around that, uh, kills demons?" Dean questioned, as he rubbed his mouth softly in frustration. He was never going to understand demons any time soon.

"What? What? Did… I didn't… I didn't get that."

Dean laughed softly shaking his head causing Rosa to look up at Dean her brows furrowing together. "You know, it's kind of funny. Talking to a messenger of God on a cellphone. It's, you know, like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped."

"This isn't funny, Dean. The voice says I'm almost out of minutes."

"Okay, alright. I'm… I'm telling you, Cas, the mooks have melted down the gun by now."

"Well, I hear differently. And if it's true and if you are still set on the insane task of killing the devil, this is how we do it."

"Okay. Where do we start?"

"Where are you and Rosa now?"

"Kansas City." Dean leaned across the bed grabbing his room key off the bedside table. "Century Hotel, room 113."

"I'll be there immediately."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, come on man. I just drove like sixteen hours straight, okay? I'm human. And there's stuff I got to do."

"What stuff?"

"Eat, for example. In this case, sleep. I need like four hours once in a while, okay?"

"Yes."

"Okay, so you can pop in tomorrow morning."

"Yes. I'll just…"

Dean hung up his phone letting out a soft breath.

Rosa looked up from her computer. "You know, you didn't have to hang up on him while he was still talking to you." She pointed out as she stretched out some popping her back.

Dean let out a tired breath. "Can we not go there right now? I'm exhausted."

"You aren't the only one that's tired Dean." She said as she closed her laptop. She slowly began to lay back on the couch curling up some to at least attempt to get some sleep.

Dean let out a soft breath and slowly laid down as well.

SPNSPN

Rosa shifted tiredly on the couch. "Dean, your bloody phone."

Dean groaned some reaching for his phone. He answered it grumbling some. "Damn it, Cas, I need sleep!"

"Dean, it's me."

"Sam? It's a quarter past four."

"This is important."

Dean let out a breath and got up. He went over to the fridge and got a beer out. "So, you're his vessel, huh? Lucifer's wearing you to the prom?"

Rosa slowly sat up on the couch rubbing her eyes tiredly.

"That's what he said."

"Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in, huh, Sammy?"

"So, that's it? That's your response?"

"What are you looking for?" Dean asked as he sat down on the bed looking over at Rosa who was slowly standing up.

"I don't know. A… a little panic? Maybe?"

"I guess I'm a little numb to the earth-shattering revelations at this point."

"What are we gonna do about it?"

"What do you want to do about it?" Dean questioned letting out a soft breath as he took a swig of his beer.

"I want back in, for starters."

"Sam…"

"I mean it. I am sick of being a puppet to these son of a bitches. I'm gonna hunt him down, Dean."

"Oh, so, we're back to revenge, then, are we? Yeah, cause that worked out so well last time."

"Not revenge. Redemption."

"So, what, you're just gonna walk back in and we're gonna be the dynamic duo again?"

"Look, Dean, I can do this. I can. I'm gonna prove it to you."

"Look, Sam… it doesn't matter… whatever we do. I mean, it turns out that you and me, we're the, uh, the fire and oil of the Armageddon. You know, on the basis alone, we should just pick a hemisphere. Stay away from each other for good."

"Dean, it does not have to be like this. We can fight it."

"Yeah, you're right. We can, But not together. We're not stronger when we're together, Sam. I think we're weaker. Because whatever we have between us… love, family, whatever it is… they are always gonna use it against us. And you know that. Yeah, we're better off apart. We got a better chance of dodging Lucifer and Michael and this whole damn thing, if we just go our own ways."

"Dean, don't do this."

"Bye, Sam." Dean said as he hung up his phone.

Rosa looked at Dean with a sour look on her face. "You didn't have to be rude to your brother, Dean." She shook her head lightly. "One day, you will realize you need him and he won't be there any more."

Dean looked at her with confusion written across his face. He knew that Rosa said family was important, but with everything going on… it was just better this way.

SPNSPN

Dean groaned as he awoke the next morning sleeping on the springs of the hotel bed, the mattress was gone. He looked over at Rosa and saw that she was awake and looking around the trashed room. His lips were pursed together as he looked around. He went to the window and saw that the city was trashed.

They left the hotel and took a look around the area. It was devastated everything was broken or graffitied on even both in some areas.

Rosa looked around nervously. Something was very wrong and it wasn't sitting well with her. "Dean…"

"Shh…" Dean said looking back at her. He could tell by the look on her face that she was scared and he honestly didn't blame her in the least bit.

A loud smash could be heard causing the two of them to slowly creep towards the sound.

Dean blinked a few times when he saw a girl in an alleyway holding a teddy bear. Dean slowly approached her keeping Rose behind him. "Little girl? Little girl? Are you hurt? You know the not-talking thing is kind of creepy right?"

The little girl turned and faced them. Blood dripped from her mouth and a loud shriek came from her mouth as she attacked Dean with a shard of glass.

Dean quickly moved flattening her and looked around nervously catching the sight of Croatoan. "Oh crap."

"Dean?" Rosa said looking at Dean with wide eyes.

Dean quickly grasped her hand. "Come on." He said as he began to run away from the infected that came from around the corner.

"Dean what the hell is going on?!" Rosa questioned as she ran with the older Winchester brother.

Dean slammed into the chain-link fence that blocked the street from them escaping. Dean slammed his hands against it. "Son of a bitch."

"Dean… we need to hide." Rosa said looking into his green eyes quickly pulling away from him to hide.

Gunfire could be heard as they slunk back towards the alley to be safe as the infected people fell one by one.

SPNSPN

They broke through the fence and walked slowly.

"Dean." Rosa said tapping his shoulder causing him to turn and look. She pointed to the sign that was on the fence.

Croatoan Virius Hot Zone No Entry By order of acting regional command August 1, 2014, Kansas City.

"August first, 2014…"

"Dean I don't think we're in our time line…" Rosa said softly.

Dean grabbed her arm. "Come on, we need to get out of here."

Rosa nodded her head knowing that Dean was right.

SPNSPN

Dean gripped the wheel of the car that he had hotwired. He looked back in the rearview mirror at Rosa who was looking out the window with wide frightened eyes. He knew that she had every right to be scared. He wanted to find out who brought them here and he was going to make them pay. "Rosa… I will understand if you want to leave after this is all over…"

"Dean… just please stop talking…" Rosa said turning her head to look at him. "If this is 2014… and the world is in the shitter… I don't want to see the world like this…"

Dean grabbed the wheel tighter in his hands. He knew that something was up and whatever it was, he was going to get to the bottom of it and bring them back to 2009 where they belonged. He checked his phone and saw it had no reception and the radio was nothing but static. "That's never a good sign."

"Croatoan pandemic reaches Australia." Zachariah said appearing next to Dean in the passenger seat startling Dean and Rosa. His eyes were glued onto the newspaper.

"I thought I smelled your stink on this Back to the Future crap." Dean grumbled as he gripped the wheel tighter in his hands.

"President Palin defends bombing of Houston. Certainly a buyer's market in real estate. Let's see what's happening in sports. That's right… no more sports. Congress revoked the right to group assembly. What's left of Congress, that is. Hardly a quorum, if you ask me."

"How did you find me?" Dean questioned, thankful that Rosa was remaining silent as he talked to Zachariah.

"Afraid we had to tap some unorthodox resources of late… human informants. We've been making inspirational visits to the fringier Christian groups. They've been given your image, told to keep an eye out."

Rosa pursed her lips together in frustration. She knew not to say a single word, because she didn't know how Zarhariah would react to her in the car.

"The Bible freak outside the motel… he, what, dropped a dime on me?"

"Onward, Cchristian soldiers."

Rosa bit her lower lip trying to keep herself from yelling. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Okay, well, good, great. You have had your jollies. Now send us back, you son of a bitch."

"Oh, you'll get back… all in good time. We want you to marinate a bit."

"Marinate?"

"Three days, Dean. Three days to see where this course of action takes you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that your choices have consequences. This is what happens to the world if you continue to say 'no' to Michael. Have a little look-see." He then vanished into thin air.

Rosa looked at Dean with a worried look on her face. "Dean?"

"Don't worry, we'll figure this out, Rosa."

Rosa nodded her head weakly.

SPNSPN

Dean came into Bobby's home with Rosa right behind him. He looked around nervously wondering where Bobby was. "Bobby? Bobby, I'm coming in!" He yelled as he looked around some more. He felt his heart drop as he noticed that it was thoroughly trashed and with the spiderwebs and dust, he could tell no one had been around for quite some time.

Rosa bit her lower lip softly as she looked around sadly. She had a bad feeling about being here.

"Oh, no." He said softly as he noticed that Bobby's wheelchair was on it's side. He slowly set it back up right and saw the bullet holes though and dried blood on the back of the seat. "Where is everybody, Bobby?" Dean opened a hidden compartment and pulled out Bobby's journal. He found a photo with Bobby and Castiel along with three other men with a sign behind them. "Camp Chitaqua."

SPNSPN

Dean slowly walked with Rosa towards the sign that they had seen in the photo. They carefully hid from sight from the men that were inside the fence patrolling the area.

Rosa bit her lower lip softly as she looked around nervously.

Dean caught sight of his beloved Impala all smashed and rusted to hell. "Oh,baby, no.." Dean said approaching the car slowly to get a better look at the damage. He peered inside of the driver's side door. "Oh, no, baby, what did they do to you?" Dean stopped when he heard someone fall to the ground. He barely had a chance to turn before he was knocked out.

SPNSPN

Dean slowly awoke hearing a whimper from next to him. He moved his hands only to realize that he was handcuffed to a ladder. He noticed himself across the room cleaning a gun. Dean blinked a few times in utter confusion. "What the hell?"

The other Dean looked at him pointing the gun at Dean. "I should be asking that question, don't you think? In fact, why don't you give me one good reason why I shouldn't gank you right here and now? And her as well."

"Because you'd only be hurting yourself. And herself as well." Dean pointed out. He was really hoping that Rosa wasn't dead in the future because there was no way that he would be able to save her then.

"Very funny."

"Look, man—we're no shapeshifter or demon or anything, okay?" Dean said as he moved his arms some trying to figure out how to get out of the handcuffs.

"Yeah, I know. I did the drill while you both were out. Silver, salt, holy water—nothing. But you know what was funny? Was that you had every hidden lockpick, box cutter, and switchblade that I carry. Now, you want to explain that? Oh, and the, uh, resemblance, while you're at it?" The future Dean questioned looking at his past self.

"Zachariah." Dean spat out the name in distaste.

The future Dean stood up looking at his younger self. "Come again?"

"I'm you from the tail end of 2009. Zach plucked me from my bed and threw me five years into the future." Dean said, letting out a soft breath. "Blown Rosa into the future as well."

"Where is he? I want to talk to him."

"I don't know."

"Oh, you don't know."

"No, I don't know. Look, I just want to get back to my own friggin' year, okay?"

"He's right." Rosa said softly looking up at the older Dean, blood dribbled down her lip from where he had accidentally busted her open.

"Okay. If you're me, then tell me something only I would know." The future Dean said looking at Dean.

Dean thought for just a few moments before smirking. "Rhonda Hurley. We were, uh, nineteen. She made us try on her panties. They were pink. And satiny. And you know what? We kind of liked it."

Rosa looked over at Dean with wide eyes. She hadn't expected him to say something so intimate.

"Touché. So, what, Zach zapped you up here to see how bad it gets?"

"I guess. Croatoan virus, right? That's their endgame?"

"It's efficient, it's incurable, and it's scary as hell. Turns people into monsters. Started hitting the major cities about two years ago. World really went in the crapper after that."

"What about Sam?" Rosa asked softly.

Future Dean went still. "Heavyweight showdown in Detroit. From what I understand, Sam didn't make it. It was because of losing her." He said pointing his head at Rosa's direction.

Rosa bit her lower lip in worry.

"You weren't with him?" Dean asked looking at his future self. He couldn't believe that he wasn't with Sam.

"No. No, me and Sam, we haven't talked in—hell, five years. Not since Rosa had died."

"We never tried to find him?"

"We had other people to worry about." Future Dean said looking at his past self. He slowly went to leave the room.

"Where you going?"

"I got to run an errand."

"Whoa. You're just gonna leave us here?"

"Yes. I got a camp full of twitchy trauma survivors out there with an apocalypse hanging over their head. The last thing they need to see is a version of The Parent Trap. And a girl coming back from the dead. So, yeah, you stay locked down."

"Okay. All right. Fine. But you don't have to cuff us, man. Oh, come on. You don't trust yourself? Or Rosa?"

"No. Absolutely not." He said leaving the two of them alone in the room.

"Dick."

"He is you Dean." Rosa said looking over at him.

Dean grumbled as he pried a nail out of the floorboards and used it to remove his handcuffs. He then moved over to Rosa and got her out of her cuffs. "Remind me to punch him for making you bleed."

"He's you Dean. It's not like he meant it."

SPNSPN

Dean wrapped his arm around Rosa as they looked around the camp. He pursed his lips together in a thin line. He didn't like the idea of being this far into the future and all he wanted to do was be back in his time and check on his brother.

"Hey, Dean. You got a second?" Chuck questioned as he came over to Dean and Rosa.

Rosa slowly pulled herself away from Dean knowing what it looked like to anyone that walked by.

"No—yes. Uh, I—I guess. Hi, Chuck." Dean said so unsure of how he was to talk to someone else from the future.

"Hi. So, uh, listen, we're pretty good on canned goods for now, but we're down to next to nothing on perishables and—and hygiene supplies. People are not gonna be happy about this. So, what do you think we should do?" Chuck said wrapping his arms around himself not liking the idea of conflict.

"I—I don't know. Maybe, uh, share? You know, like at a kibbutz."

"Wait a minute. aren't you supposed to be out on a mission right now?"

"Absolutely. And I will be." Dean said with a nod of his head.

"Uh-oh." Chuck said softly as a woman came up behind Dean trying to slug him.

"Whoa! Jeez! Easy, lady!" Dean said ducking before hiding behind Chuck.

"Risa." Chuck said softly.

"Risa?"

"You spent the night in Jane's cabin last night, didn't you?" Risa said snarling at him.

"Uh, what? I—I don't—did I?"

Chuck nodded his head.

Rosa bit her lower lip softly. She should've known that Dean would still be the same.

"I thought we had a 'connection'." Risa questioned with air quotes.

"Well, I'm sure that we do." Dean said trying to smooth things over.

"Yeah?"

"Hi, Risa." Chuck said softly.

"Screw you." She said leaving them in a huff.

"Oh, jeez. I'm getting busted for stuff I haven't even done yet." Dean said with a groan.

Rosa rolled her eyes.

"What?"

"Uh, never mind. Hey, Chuck, is...Cas still here?" Dean asked hoping that Cas was still alive and well.

"Yeah. I don't think Cas is going anywhere." Chuck admitted to Dean before walking away leaving Rosa and Dean alone.

Rosa pursed her lips together. She looked at Dean with furrowed brows.

Dean grabbed her arm and led her towards another cabin.

SPNSPN

Future Cas sat in a circle with several women.

Rosa blinked a few times in shock. This was something way out of the norm.

"So, in this way. We're each a fragment of total perception—just, uh, one compartment in that dragonfly eye of group mind. Now, the key to this total, shared perception—it's, um, it's surprisingly physical." Castiel told the women with a smile. He looked over and saw Dean standing with Rosa. "Oh. Excuse me, ladies. I think I need to confer with our fearless leader for a minute. Why not go get washed up for the orgy?"

The women slowly got up and left the cabin.

Castiel watched them go. "You're all so beautiful." He got up to his feet and stretched his back letting out a soft grunt.

"What are you, a hippie?" Dean questioned his brows furrowing together. He never thought that he would see the day that Cas wasn't well Cas.

"I thought you'd gotten over trying to label me." Cas muttered as he looked at Dean.

"Cas, we got to talk."

"Whoa. Strange." Castiel said looking at the two of them his brows furrowed together.

"What?"

"You...are not you. Not now you, anyway. And she's dead. Been dead for almost five years."

Rosa looked down at the ground pursing her lips together into a thin line now knowing that very soon she could very well be dying. She would never get to tell her brother even though he was a dick to her that she still loved him.

"No! Yeah. Yes, exactly." Dean said stumbling over what he was saying.

"What year are you from?"

"2009." Rosa said looking up at Castiel biting her lower lip. All she wanted to do was just go home and call her brother to check on him to see how he was since it was over a year now since she had last heard from him.

"Who did this to you? Is it Zachariah?" Castiel questioned as he crossed his arms looking at the two of them with a curious gaze.

"Yes." Dean said with a nod of his head.

"Interesting."

"Oh, yeah, it's friggin' fascinating. Now. Why don't you strap on your angel wings and fly us back to our page on the calendar?"

"I wish I could just, uh, strap on my wings, but I'm sorry, no dice."

"What, are you stoned?"

"Uh, generally, yeah."

Rosa let out a soft groan rubbing her face softly. Of course weed was not going to be a problem now with there being no police to stop people from using.

"What happened to you?" Dean questioned looking at Cas bewildered.

"Life."

SPNSPN

Rosa slowly walked with Dean seeing the jeep and car arrive.

The future Dean and some other soldiers climbed out. He grabbed two beers and tossed one to a soldier.

They opened their beers and began to drink.

Future Dean pulled out is gun pointing it at the soldier.

"Hey. Hey! Watch out!" Dean yelled in shock.

His future self shot the soldier.

The others looked between the two Deans.

Rosa let out a breath closing her eyes. This was a huge mess.

"Damn it." His future self muttered as he looked at his past self. He looked at his soldiers. "I'm not gonna lie to you. Me and him—It's a pretty messed-up situation we got going. But believe me, when you need to know something, you will know it. Until then, we all have work to do."

SPNSPN

The future Dean shoved his past self and Rosa into a room slamming the door behind him

Dean quickly caught Rosa before she fell face first onto the floor.

"What the hell was that?" His future self yelled in frustration.

"What the hell was that? You just shot a guy in cold blood." Dean said looking at his future self in shock.

"We were in an open quarantine zone. Got ambushed by some Croats on the way out."

Dean looked at him asking him to explain why.

"Croats. Croatoans. One of them infected Yeager."

"How do you know?" Rosa questioned looking at Dean's future self wrapping her arms around herself. He never wanted to see another human murdered in cold blood. It reminded her too much of home.

"'Cause after a few years of this, I know. I started seeing symptoms about a half an hour ago. Wasn't gonna be long before he flipped. I didn't see the point in troubling a good man with bad news."

"'Troubling a good man'? You just blew him away in front of your own people. Don't you think that freaked them out a little bit?" Dean snapped looking at his future self in disbelief. He couldn't believe that this was him talking. It couldn't have been seen this early. Hell he remembered it and it was always caught too late.

"It's 2014. Plugging some Croat, it's called commonplace. Trading words with my friggin' clone—that might have freaked them out a little."

"All right, look—" Only to be cut off by his future self.

"No, you look. This isn't your time. It's mine. You don't make the decisions. I do. So, when I say stay in, you stay in."

"All right, man. I'm sorry. Look, I—I'm not trying to mess you—me—us up here."

"I know." He said as he poured three glasses of alcohol.

"It's just been a really wacky weekend." Dean said softly as he took one of the glasses from him.

"Tell me about it." He said as he handed one to Rosa who took it slowly.

They drank down the liquor he had poured.

"What was the mission, anyway?" Dean questioned looking at himself.

His future self pulled out a gun. It was the Colt.

"Is that…" Rosa said trailing off.

"The Colt?"

"The Colt." The future Dean said with a nod of his head.

"Where was it?"

"Everywhere. They've been moving it around. Took me five years, but...I finally got it. And tonight—tonight, I'm gonna kill the devil."

SPNSPN

Risa looked at the gun with her arms crossed. "So, that's it? That's the Colt?"

"If anything can kill Lucifer, this is it."

"Great. Have we got anything that can find Lucifer?" Risa questioned as she looked at future Dean.

"Are you okay?" Future Dean asked looking at his younger self.

"Oh, we were in, uh, Jane's cabin last night. And, apparently, we and...Risa have a connection." Dean said looking at himself rubbing the back of his head.

"You want to shut up?"

Dean raised his hands in surrender.

"Oh come off it. It's not like he meant it." Rosa said with a scoff.

"I forgot how mouthy you could be sometimes Rosalia." He looked over at Risa. "We don't have to find Lucifer. We know where he is. The demon that we caught last week, he was one of the big guy's entourage. He knew."

"So, a demon tells you where Satan's gonna be, and you just believe it?" Risa said with a scoff.

"Oh, trust me, he wasn't lying." Future Dean said shaking his head a little bit.

"And you know this how?"

"Our fearless leader, I'm afraid, is all too well schooled in the art of getting to the truth." Castiel admitted looking over at Risa.

"Torture? Oh, so, we're—we're torturing again." Dean shook his head.

Rosa looked over at Dean with a worried look on her face.

His future self looked over at him.

"No, that's—that's good. Classy."

Castiel let out a laugh causing his leader to look at him. "What? I like past you."

"Lucifer is here. Now. I know the block and I know the building." Future Dean said crossing his arms.

"Oh, good—it's right in the middle of a hot zone." Castiel said looking over at his leader.

"Crawling with Croats, yeah. You saying my plan is reckless?"

"Are you saying we, uh, walk in straight up the driveway, past all the demons and the Croats, and we shoot the devil?"

"Yes."

"Okay, if you don't like, uh, 'reckless', I could use 'insouciant', maybe." Castiel said shrugging his shoulders.

"Are you coming?"

Castiel let out a sigh. "Of course. But why is he? I mean, he's you five years ago. If something happens to him, you're gone, right?"

"He's coming. So is she."

"Okay. Well, uh. I'll get the grunts moving." Castiel said shaking his head.

"We're loaded and on the road by midnight."

"All righty." Castiel said as he left with Risa.

"Why are you taking us?" Dean questioned as he put his arm around Rosa with a sour look on his face.

"Relax. You'll be fine. Zach's looking after you, right?" His future self questioned as he looked at Dean and Rosa.

"No, that's not what I mean. I want to know what's going on." Dean said rubbing Rosa's arm as he looked at him.

"Yeah, okay. You're coming because I want you to see something. I want you to see our brother." His future self said looking at him.

"Sam? I thought he was dead."

"Sam didn't die in Detroit. He said 'yes'."

"'Yes'?"

There was a long silence between the three of them.

"Wait. You mean—"

"That's right. The big 'yes'. To the devil. Lucifer's wearing him to the prom."

"Why would he do that?"

"Wish I knew. I think it was because Rosa had died. But now we don't have a choice. It's in him, and it's not getting out. And we've got to kill him, Dean. And you need to see it—the whole damn thing, how bad it gets—so you can do it different."

"What do you mean?" Dean questioned as he moved his hand away from Rosa crossing his arms.

"Zach said he was gonna bring you and Rosa back, right? To oh-nine?"

"Yeah."

"Well, when you get back home—you say 'yes'. You hear me? Say 'yes' to Michael."

"That's crazy. If I let him in, then Michael fights the devil. The battle's gonna torch half the planet."

"Look around you, man. Half the planet's better than no planet, which is what we have now. If I could do it over again, I'd say 'yes' in a heartbeat."

"So why don't you?"

"I've tried! I've shouted 'yes' till I was blue in the face! The angels aren't listening! They just—left—gave up! It's too late for me, but for you—"

"Oh, no. There's got to be another way." Dean said shaking his head looking at his future self not liking the idea of what he was saying.

"Yeah, that's what I thought. I was cocky. Never actually thought I'd lose. But I was wrong. Dean. I was wrong. I'm begging you. Say yes." He paused for a moment. "But you won't. 'Cause I didn't. Because that's just not us, is it?"

SPNSPN

Chuck looked over at Dean and Rosa. "So, you're really from oh-nine?" He asked curiously.

"Yeah, afraid so." Dean admitted as he stuck his hands in his pockets looking at Chuck.

"Some free advice? You ever get back there, you hoard toilet paper. You understand me? Hoard it. Hoard it like it's made of gold. 'Cause it is."

"Thank you, Chuck."

"Oh, you'll thank me, all right. Mark my words."

"I'll see you around."

"Yeah. Okay."

Dean got into one of the vehicles with Rosa. He looked over at her. "We'll be okay."

Rosa looked over at him. "After this is all done Dean, I'm going to have to call my brother." She said softly looking down at her shaking hands.

"You miss him don't you?"

Rosa nodded her head. "Yes, and I want to apologize to him for being a spoiled brat."

They drove away from the camp.

SPNSPN

Dean rode shotgun in Castiel's car while Rosa sat in the back.

Castiel took some pills.

"Let me see those." Dean said looking at Castiel.

"You want some?"

"Amphetamines?"

"It's the perfect antidote to that absinthe." Castiel said looking over at Dean.

"Mmm. Don't get me wrong, Cas. I, uh. I'm happy that the stick is out of your ass, but—what's going on—w-with the drugs and the orgies and the love-guru crap?"

Castiel laughed softly.

"What's so funny?"

"Dean, I'm not an angel anymore."

"What?"

"Yeah, I went mortal."

"What do you mean? How?"

"I think it had something to do with the other angels leaving. But when they bailed, my mojo just kind of— psshhew!—drained away. And now, you know, I'm practically human. I mean, Dean, I'm all but useless. Last year, broke my foot, laid up for two months."

"Wow." Dean said softly.

"Yeah."

"So, you're human. Well, welcome to the club."

"Thanks. Except I used to belong to a much better club. And now I'm powerless. I'm hapless, I'm hopeless. I mean, why the hell not bury myself in women and decadence, right? It's the end, baby. That's what decadence is for. Why not bang a few gongs before the lights go out? But then that's, that's just how I roll."

Rosa pursed her lips together listening to the entire conversation that they were having. Rosa looked out the window with her lips pursed together in a thin line.

SPNSPN

Dean, Rosa, future Dean, Castiel, Risa, and other soldiers walked carrying guns as they scanned the area.

"There. Second-floor window. We go in there." Future Dean pointed out.

"You sure about this?" Risa asked looking at her leader with a worried look on her face.

"They'll never see us coming. Trust me. Now, weapons check. We're on the move in five."

"Hey, uh, me. Can I talk to you for a sec?" Dean said looking at his future self.

Future Dean came over to the side with Dean and Rosa.

"Tell me what's going on." Dean said softly looking at his future self.

"What?" His future self questioned looking at him.

"I know you. You're lying to these people and to me."

"Is that so."

Rosa nodded her head softly not uttering a word.

"Yeah. See, I know your lying expressions. I've seen them in the mirror. Now, there's something you're not telling us."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh, really? Well, I don't seem to be the only member of your posse with some questions, so, uh, maybe I'll just take my doubts over to them."

"Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait."

"What?" Dean said looking back at him.

"Take a look around you, man. This place should be white-hot with Croats. Where are they?"

"They cleared a path for us. Which means that this is—"

"A trap. Exactly."

"Well, then we can't go through the front."

"Oh, we're not. They are. They're the decoys. You and me, we're going in through the back."

"You mean you're gonna feed your friends into a meat grinder? Cas, too? You want to use their deaths as a diversion?"

He looked away from his younger self.

"Oh, man, something is broken in you. You're making decisions that I would never make. I wouldn't sacrifice my friends." Dean said shaking his head.

"You're right. You wouldn't. It's one of the main reasons we're in this mess, actually."

"These people count on you. They trust you."

"They trust me to kill the devil and to save the world and that's exactly what I'm gonna do."

"No. Not like this, you're not. I'm not gonna let you." Dean said shaking his head.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah."

He slugged Dean right in the face causing him to topple into Rosa knocking them both down.

SPNSPN

Dean groaned softly slowly coming to with Rosa laying under him.

"Get off me." Rosa said pushing him.

Dean slowly got up to his feet.

They heard the gun fire from inside of the building and the two of them ran towards it.

Thunder crashed and lightning flashed.

They see future Dean on the ground with his neck being held down by someone wearing white shoes.

Future Dean opened his eyes and saw Dean and Rosa there. The person that had him pinned down shifted his weight and his neck breaks.

Dean and Rosa gaped as Sam slowly turned around, but they knew it wasn't Sam. This was Lucifer.

"Oh. Hello, Dean." He then looked over at Rosa. "Rosa."

The two of them stared at Lucifer.

Rosa's heart hammered against her ribs as she looked at Lucifer her eyes wide in fear.

"Aren't you a surprise." He disappeared when lightning and thunder rolled through. He stood behind them.

"You've come a long way to see this, haven't you?"

"Well, go ahead. Kill us." Dean said turning looking at Lucifer. There was no way that they would go home now.

"Kill you two?" He looked at the corpse of the future Dean. "Don't you think that would be a little...redundant?" He let out a sigh looking at the two of them. "I'm sorry. It must be painful, speaking to me in this—shape. But it had to be your brother. It had to be." He reached to touch Dean's shoulder.

Dean moved back bumping into Rosa.

"You don't have to be afraid of me, Dean. What do you think I'm going to do?" Lucifer said shaking his head.

"I don't know. Maybe deep-fry the planet?"

Lucifer examined a rose, but then turned away. "Why? Why would I want to destroy this stunning thing? Beautiful in a trillion different ways. The last perfect handiwork of God."

Dean didn't reply looking at him.

"You ever hear the story of how I fell from grace?"

"Oh, good God, you're not gonna tell me a bedtime story, are you? My stomach's almost out of bile."

"You know why God cast me down? Because I loved him. More than anything. And then God created…" He smirked. "You. The little...hairless apes. And then he asked all of us to bow down before you—to love you, more than him. And I said, "Father, I can't." I said, "These human beings are flawed, murderous." And for that, God had Michael cast me into hell. Now, tell me, does the punishment fit the crime? Especially, when I was right? Look at what six billion of you have done to this thing, and how many of you blame me for it."

"You're not fooling me, you know that? With this sympathy-for-the-devil crap. I know what you are."

"What am I?"

"You're the same thing, only bigger. The same brand of cockroach I've been squashing my whole life. An ugly, evil, belly-to-the-ground, supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you is the size of your ego."

Lucier smiled. "I like you, Dean. I get what the other angels see in you. Goodbye. We'll meet again soon." Lucifer turned to walk away.

"You better kill me now!"

Lucier turned back to look at the two of them. "Pardon?"

"You better kill me now. Or I swear, I will find a way to kill you. And I won't stop."

"I know you won't. I know you won't say yes to Michael, either. And I know you won't kill Sam. Whatever you do, you will always end up here. Whatever choices you make, whatever details you alter, we will always end up—here. I win. So, I win."

"You're wrong."

"See you in five years, Dean."

Thunder and lightning rolled through and Lucifer was gone.

Dean turned around and saw Zachariah behind him and Rosa reaching for his forehead with two fingers. Dean quickly grabbed Rosa's hand.

SPNSPN

Dean leaned against the kitchenette sink as Rosa was sitting on the couch.

Zachariah stood in front of them.

"Oh, well, if it isn't the ghost of Christmas screw you." Dean said looking at Zachariah with narrowed eyes.

"Enough. Dean, enough. You saw it, right? You saw what happens. You're the only person who can prove the devil wrong. Just say yes."

"How do I know that this whole thing isn't one of your tricks? Huh? Some angel hocus-pocus?"

"The time for tricks is over. Give yourself to Michael. Say yes and we can strike. Before Lucifer gets to Sam. Before billions die."

Dean considered this for a few moments turning away from the angel that was in the room. "Nah."

"'Nah'? You telling me you haven't learned your lesson?"

"Oh, I've learned a lesson, all right. Just not the one you wanted to teach."

"Well, I'll just have to teach it again! Because I got you now, boy, and I'm never letting you—"

Dean and Rosa were gone.

"Son of a…"

SPNSPN

Dean and Rosa turned around and saw Castiel. "That's pretty nice timing, Cas."

"We had an appointment."

Dean put his hand on Cas's shoulder. "Don't ever change."

Rosa nodded her head in agreement.

"How did Zachariah find you?"

"Long story. Let's just stay away from Jehovah's Witnesses from now on, okay?" Dean said looking at Castiel. He pulled out is phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Something I should have done in the first place."

Rosa moved away from Dean and Cas pulling out her phone. She dialed a number that she hadn't called in over a year. She pursed lips together as she brought it up to her ear. She nervously bounced on the balls of her feet as it rang.

"Rosalia didn't think I would hear from you any time soon." Her brother's smooth voice rang over the phone.

"Can we just not start arguing, Arthur?" Rosa asked sniffling a little bit.

"Rosalia what is it?"

"I'm sorry for everything I've ever done wrong…"

"What in the world are you talking about Rosalia? You haven't done anything wrong… now tell me why you called me?"

"I miss you…"

Arthur let out a soft breath. "I miss you too. Be safe on whatever mission you're on, alright?"

Rosa wiped a few of her tears that fell. "I will Arthur."

"I'll see you when you return."

"Okay."

"I love you."

"I love you too." She said softly before hanging up her phone. She took a shaky breath before going back over to Dean.

"Come on. We got to go."

"Go?"

Dean nodded his head.

SPNSPN

Dean waited by the Impala with Rosa. They watched as another car pulled up.

Sam slowly got out of the car.

The two brothers approached one another.

"Sam." Dean pulled out Ruby's knife.

Sam looked at it nervously.

Dean held it out to Sam handle first. "If you're serious and you want back in...you should hang on to this. I'm sure you're rusty."

Sam slowly took the knife. He couldn't meet Dean's eyes.

"Look, man, I'm sorry. I don't know. I'm...whatever I need to be. But I was, uh—wrong."

"What made you change your mind?" Sam said softly still not looking up.

Rosa bit her lower lip as she watched the brothers talk to one another.

"Long story. The point is...maybe we are each other's Achilles' heel. Maybe they'll find a way to use us against each other, I don't know. I just know we're all we've got. More than that. We keep each other human. With Rosa's help too." Dean said softly.

"Thank you. Really. Thank you. I won't let you down." Sam said softly looking at the two of them.

"Oh, I know it. I mean, you are the second-best hunter on the planet."

Sam nodded his head. "So, what do we do now?"

"We make our own future."

"Guess we have no choice." Sam said softly, knowing that it was going to be a hard path.

Rosa came over to the boys with a small smile on her lips.

Sam looked over at Rosa. "You're going to be staying with us?"

Rosa nodded her head softly. "Till the very end."

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This is the end of Chapter 3. I hope that you guys enjoyed it. Please leave a review and let me know what you think. I'm hoping to update this soon, but it all depends on how my wrist heals up since the surgery and what not. Let me know what you guys would like to see. Until next time guys.