A/N: Heyho, unfortunately didn't my beta manage to correct this chapter in time so there might still be the odd mistake…sorry for that…I'll replace it with the corrected version as soon as possible. I also never intended to split this chapter up into two but yeah well…what can I say, things tend to happen.

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Chapter 29: The Past, the Present and the Future

Dean woke up with a splitting headache on what was apparently a bench on the street. An officer was bent over him his baton in hand.

"Come on, get up!" the man commanded, but Dean only managed to look at him confusedly. "You can't sleep here!"

Now Dean looked even more confused and after a quick glance around he saw that he had no idea where here was anyway. The last thing he remembered was that Alastair had left after a very lovely night – which instantly caused a broad grin to appear on his face – to fetch some breakfast and that thrice-damned angel Castiel had shown up to tell him that he had to stop it, whatever it was. When the angel had tapped him on the forehead, everything had gone black. The next thing Dean knew was that he was waking up on the park bench feeling as if he had the worst hangover ever. Chuckling to himself he was thankful that he didn't wake up in a twenty-thousand dollar a night hotel room with a tiger in the bathroom.

"Sorry officer, but it seems that I got a bit lost…where is here?" he asked rubbing at his temples in hope to lessen his headache.

The officer raised an eyebrow at him. "Must have been one hell of a night if you can't remember where you are. We're in Lawrence, Kansas," he finally replied.

"You have no idea," Dean said with a smirk.

The officer smiled but shook his head. "You can't sleep here though."

Dean waved at him dismissively. "Yeah, yeah, I'll get back to my motel," he told the man while standing up and stretching lazily. "But first I need a coffee, is there a diner somewhere?"

It didn't seem that the man was overly confident in Dean's ability to move on his own, but he dutifully pointed up the street.

"Three blocks in that direction," he explained before he left. "Have a nice day."

Dean watched the officer continue onwards on his patrol before he turned in the direction the officer had pointed him towards. Soon enough Dean found said diner. After sitting down he ordered a large cup of coffee and some pancakes, he was famished which was no wonder since he had been dumped here without having been able to enjoy a breakfast with Alastair.

This thought made him wonder what Alastair would think about the fact that he had suddenly disappeared, not to mention that today was the day when Sam was supposed to return from Hogwarts. They would probably worry themselves sick over it. So it undoubtedly would be for the best to return as quickly as possible, but first…breakfast. Teleporting over long distances with a massive headache and an empty stomach was never a good idea. Hopefully, his headache would be gone after he ate breakfast.

That was when he saw a newspaper lying on the counter obviously abandoned by the previous owner. Dean leaned over and pulled it towards him to see whether anything unusual had been reported. He was surprised that the headline said something about Nixon accepting the resignation of someone, so his gaze fell upon the date. He inhaled sharply when he saw it; he wasn't in his time anymore, no, it was now April 30, 1973. A low growl tore itself from his throat. What did the stupid angel do this time? The fact that he wasn't in his own time anymore would make getting back a bit of a chore. Sighing deeply he turned towards the coffee and the pancakes the waiter had just placed in front of him, he would eat his breakfast first and then he would think about how to get back to his time.

Dean was so lost in his breakfast that it caught him completely by surprise when an older man entered the diner and called out, "Winchester!". He looked up from his breakfast to look at the man, wondering who he was. Dean saw him walk to a young man around his age sitting right next to him and whom he hadn't registered as being there until now.

The old man walked over to him. "Son of a bitch, I heard you were back. How are you doin'?" he asked the man sitting next to Dean.

That was when it clicked for Dean. He was sitting right next to his father.

This was so not good, he had to get out of here before he ended up changing things, changing the past. Sure it was tempting to try and change things. Especially considering Sam and his life before everything changed with the meddling of a certain pagan god. However, he had to admit that lately, everything had gone exceedingly well for the two of them. That was not something he wanted to risk only to try to get a better childhood without any guarantee that it would work in the first place.

It was funny and surprising how one little change could have such a significant effect.

True, in the beginning, they hated Loki and probably would have wanted to see him dead but now? How could they want to kill the one person that was the reason for the betterment of their life? Sure, one could argue that becoming a demon wouldn't be desirable, but Dean wouldn't want to change a thing. He wouldn't dare assume that he and Alastair loved each other but they had something that was getting pretty close to it and he loved it.

Sam, on the other hand, wasn't some abomination tainted with demon blood but a real wizard and currently even got something akin to a peaceful childhood, all while learning to control his gift and having actual fun.

Then there was Harry Potter. He hadn't known the boy for long, but he already saw the boy as a little brother and all in all he had to admit that life couldn't get any better at the moment. So no, he wouldn't want to change anything, hence why he had to get the hell out of this city and back to his time preferably.

Though it seemed it wouldn't be that easy when John Winchester caught him staring at him. "Do we know each other?" he asked Dean.

Dean blinked a few times being ripped from his thoughts and slowly shook his head. "No, guess not, you just reminded me of someone…sorry for staring," he replied waving lazily towards him and sipping his coffee.

John looked at him for a long moment before he replied "You should take it easy," with a smile before standing up and leaving the diner with one last look at Dean who again seemed lost in thought.

Dean pondered for a bit what to do when he groaned, for some reason that stupid angel had brought him here and he somehow had the feeling that it was connected to his father's younger self. Pinching the bridge of his nose he dug into his pocket and threw a ten dollar bill on the counter not even thinking about the fact that the bill wasn't probably printed yet and therefore wasn't legitimate, but he honestly didn't care. He wanted to follow his father, follow but not intervene in anything.

Following John around a corner, he suddenly ran into Castiel who stood there looking at Dean with his dopey gaze.

That actually angered Dean. "What is this? Why did you bring me here? How did you bring me here? Do the angels have a DeLorean hidden away somewhere or is it a TARDIS?" he tore into the angel.

"What is a TARDIS?" Castiel asked confusedly cocking his head slightly.

"Time and Relative…it's a time machine…ah forget it," Dean growled in frustration. "So how did you bring me here and why?"

"Angels can bend time if necessary, and you have to stop it," Castiel answered.

"Stop what?" This angel could be highly irritating. "And could you please bend time back and get me back to my time?"

However, before he could get an answer, Castiel vanished into thin air leaving an extremely frustrated Dean behind.

Muttering under his breath about what a son of a bitch Castiel was he looked around trying to find his father again even though he couldn't see him, so he began to walk into the direction he had seen him walk off in hopes of finding him.

It was a few minutes later that he spotted his father in the yard of a used car dealer looking at a VW Bulli while talking to the salesman and obviously striking a deal with him. Right next to the Bulli but entirely ignored by them stood the car that Dean knew only too well, the Chevy Impala. Dean once again pinched the bridge of his nose, this was already going completely wrong. He began to doubt that his no involvement tactic would do any good.

"Hey, Winchester…isn't it?" he called out when the salesman finally left, leaning against the Impala. "If I were you I'd buy this car here, much more reliable."

John raised an eyebrow upon hearing that but slowly walked over to Dean. "You're the one who stared at me," he exclaimed. "What? Are you following me now?"

"Nah, I just spotted you here and thought I might help you…kind of an apology for staring at you, I wasn't fully there yet this morning," he shrugged sheepishly.

John looked at him sceptically but thought that it was kind of nice. "John Winchester," he said holding out his hand.

"Dean Anderson," Dean replied while shaking his hand.

"So you know cars?" Jon questioned.

"A bit…my father taught me everything I know, I have an Impala myself. I can tell you that they are extremely durable. Mine is over…ten years old and still purrs like a cat," Dean explained after remembering that he could hardly say 30 years because the first Impala had been built in 1959 if he remembered things correctly.

"But the VW looks good too," John muttered.

"Those cars are driven by hippies, but you don't peg me as one. No, a real man should drive a real car," Dean shook his head.

John looked at the car contemplatively, but soon a grin spread over his face. "You're right, this is the car for a man. Thank you!"

"No problem man but I have to go now, it was nice getting to know you," Dean replied.

With a last shake of hands he left the yard but not without making sure that John really bought the Impala.

Taking a deep breath, Dean looked around to find a car he could hot-wire to be able to observe John. He somehow had the feeling that this wasn't over yet. Finding some random car, he was just in time to see John drive out from the yard in his newly acquired Impala. Dean followed him around at a large enough distance so that he wouldn't be seen. John first went back home before he later drove off somewhere different. It turned out that he had driven over to his girlfriend's house, a girlfriend whom Dean could clearly identify as his mother, Mary.

"Damn, she's hot!" Dean muttered when he first saw her.

He watched how they both drove off, and not much later stopped in front of a small diner. At first, Dean observed them from afar but at some point, he couldn't help himself. So he snuck to the window next to which his mother and father were sitting. From what he could hear, they were talking about how Mary's father didn't approve of them being together, but Mary didn't seem to have a problem with it. At some point in the conversation she excused herself for a moment. Once she left, John grabbed a small red box out of his pocket. Opening it, he revealed a ring with a small stone embedded in it.

Dean smiled softly, but because his attention was elsewhere. He didn't hear someone approaching him until he was attacked and flung into the wall of the building on the other side of the small alley he was standing in. Spinning around he saw that it was his mother who had attacked him and she didn't seem like she was going to relent any time soon since she instantly struck him again with her fists.

"Who are you and why are you following us?" she asked him while trying to land a blow but Dean was just too fast and continued to dodge all her attacks.

That was until Dean managed to stop one of her attacks by grabbing her left wrist though what he saw there made him stop. On her left wrist dangled a bracelet with several symbol charms he was only too familiar with thanks to being a hunter. His own mother was apparently a hunter. However, he let her wrist go as if he had burned himself, which would actually have happened had he the unfortunate luck to have touched one of the symbols. But luckily he hadn't and he took a step back. Dean had a hard time reigning in his demonic side upon seeing the charms, but in the end, he succeeded.

"Are you a hunter?" he asked for confirmation, but Mary only stared at him in shock and surprise. "Okay listen, I don't want to hurt you, and I promise you that you won't see me again, okay?"

Mary still looked at him in shock, but finally, she nodded. Dean gave her a last glance before he turned around and walked back to the car he had borrowed. Once sitting in it he hit the steering wheel in frustration.

"Shit!" he cursed before he turned on the engine and drove off. Luckily he now knew where his mother lived so he could observe her and John from afar.

With that in mind he drove to the street she lived in and parked a few houses away but with a good view of her home. It was a few hours later that John finally brought her home and that was when Dean allowed himself some rest. His rest though was cut short because Castiel suddenly appeared in the seat next to him.

"What do you want?" Dean complained, but Castiel only looked out the front window with an expression that could be seen as bored, though Dean had the feeling that it was the angel's default expression. "You know, I'm wondering why didn't you bring Sam? He would have loved to see this."

"It is something you have to do alone," Castiel replied, quickly looking at Dean for a short moment before returning his gaze to something outside.

"You do realise that Sam's probably tearing the future apart right now in his attempt to find me right?" Dean retorted giving the angel a glare.

"Sam's not looking for you."

Dean couldn't help but snort. "Yeah sure, so what do you want? Do you want me to stop my mum from making a deal with dear ol' Yellow-Eyes?"

Now Castiel looked at Dean with surprise.

"How do you know about it?" he asked suspiciously.

"I know a lot of stuff, idiot. When we last met I told you to do your homework, but you obviously didn't," Dean shook his head and leaned back again and closed his eyes. "If you think that I'll stop my mother from making that deal, then you can go bugger off because I won't. I like the future as it is, thank you very much."

"So you don't care that these are your parents?" Castiel questioned, his brows furrowed in confusion.

Dean sighed. "I do care, oh I care a lot, but I won't risk my future…my happiness for the off chance that my parents survive this whole ordeal. I mean I save them today but what if Azazel, or any other demon for that matter, come back tomorrow or the day after. Yes, I wish that my parents wouldn't die, that Sam and I had a normal childhood but what I've realised since you dumped me here is that I don't want to change a thing," he ranted but realised that Castiel must have vanished some way through it.

So Dean leaned back and tried to finally get some rest.

It wasn't until noon the next day that anything happened that Dean could really observe except that the man that must have been his grandfather left the house in a priest's outfit and drove off. Shortly after noon though Mary came out of the house and got into another car and also drove off. Dean started the engine and slowly followed his mother at a long distance. They drove for some time but finally reached an old secluded house that had evidently seen better days.

Dean parked behind a few trees and watched his mother enter the house. For the next twenty minutes, nothing happened when Dean suddenly heard a scream come from the building. Worried, he left the car and slowly walked towards the house cursing under his breath that he didn't have his weapons. He opened the front door slowly and carefully entered the house only to feel a demon trap flare to life.

"Shit!" he cursed while looking up at the ceiling where the trap was painted.

The sound of steps drew his attention towards a door on the left from where his mother emerged with a smirk on her face.

"So I was right, you are a demon. What do you want?" she questioned him while coming to stand right in front of him.

"That's complicated," Dean simply said. "And I doubt that you'd believe me anyway." He muttered the last part

"Try me!" Mary raised an eyebrow, but Dean only looked at her.

Dean actually feared that should he tell her anything that it would change what would happen and consequently the future.

"You better start talking demon, or I'll make your life extremely unpleasant," Mary finally said when her patience ran out.

"Dean," he replied but elaborated when he only received a questioning glare. "My name's Dean."

"I never heard of a demon called Dean," Mary was now surprised. "So why are you here, Dean?"

Dean growled in frustration and walked around in a circle within the trap before he came to stand in front of Mary again.

"ARGH!" he groaned. "Okay well, you want to hear the truth? I'm from the future. An idiot of an angel dumped me here for a reason even I'm not entirely sure about yet."

Mary looked at him and blinked a few times before she collected herself again.

"Right…that really is insane. I'm really to believe that an angel dumps a demon in the past for no apparent reason? You should have thought of a better cover story than that."

"Said you wouldn't believe me," he deadpanned when an idea hit him, it was a risky one though but he doubted that it could get any worse, so he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and threw it to Mary who swiftly caught it.

"Look into that."

Mary looked at him in disbelief but nonetheless opened the wallet to find some money, credit cards and his ID card.

"Dean…Winchester?" she asked carefully. "Wha-…who…?"

Dean sighed. "As I said I'm from the future…I'm your son," he told her waiting for the explosion that would inevitably follow but to his surprise didn't.

"You're my son?" she asked incredulously though after looking closer at him she could see the clear resemblance to herself and John. She knew that John wanted to propose to her soon and that she would agree, but having the proof standing in front of her…though what disturbed her greatly was the fact that he was obviously a demon. "You're a demon…how…why? Or are you just possessing my son?" she confusedly asked.

Dean lay his left hand against the barrier in front of him that for him was like a solid wall while rubbing his face with his right hand.

"No, I do not just possess your son…I really am your son, but that's a long story, and we don't have much time," he replied letting his head hang.

"Then I'd say you talk quickly because I'm not going to let you go before you tell me everything."

Dean chuckled lowly, but it sounded hollow. "Very well."

Present

In the kitchen of Bobby's house, four gazes laid on Alastair trying to process what the demon just said.

"What do you mean Dean just vanished?" Sam finally asked panic rising within him. "Where is he?"

"I don't know," Alastair growled annoyed. "I went to fetch some breakfast, but when I returned to our motel room, he was gone. First I thought he just went out and would be back soon, so I waited but when he didn't show up an hour later I got worried so I checked every place he might be with this house being the last one, but he's nowhere to be found."

Loki hummed lowly, closed his eyes and started to concentrate on Dean's soul and aura. "Strange…I cannot sense him either," he said after a few minutes. That was when he suddenly felt a shift in the fabric of reality and started to snicker which ended in outright laughter. "That bastard!" he exclaimed after opening his eyes still snickering. "Don't worry he'll be back soon."

A/N: That was part one…next one next week. 'til next chapter!