A/N: And part two of Dean's jaunt through time. You know what? It's the 30th chapter! *starts a celebration*

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Chapter 30: Was This a Mistake?

Dean sighed deeply and with a flick of his hand conjured a simple chair before he slumped down on it. He leaned forward, placed his elbows on his knees and raked his left hand through his hair.

"It all will begin tomorrow," he began. "From what I know a yellow-eyed demon named Azazel will possess your father and kill both your parents and John to get you to make a deal to save him, which you will."

Mary drew in a sharp breath upon hearing that. The demon would not only kill her family but also the man she loved? There had to be a way to prevent that.

"However, it won't be the standard deal where you'd get ten years; it'll be a special one instead. In exchange for saving John, Azazel wants access to the nursery of your home sometime ten years from when you make the deal. The next few years everything will be silent then but when Sam, my brother, is not even one year old Azazel will show up again.

"He will show up in Sammy's nursery one night. You will wake up and see him standing at his crib, but you think that it is John because of the darkness. When you realise your mistake, you'll hurry back, but Azazel...he'll kill you strangely and specially for disturbing him."

"What did he want in the nursery?" Mary interrupted him not even surprised that the demon would kill her. If he killed her family to get access to her in the first place, she didn't doubt that the demon would kill her if she got in his way.

Dean looked up and at the woman that would be his mother. "He wanted to taint Sam with his blood. I don't know how he can possibly know it already but Sam is a natural wizard or better yet will be. It could also be that he doesn't know yet but chooses him for some other reason."

"Wait, Sam's a wizard?" she asked surprised.

"Yes," Dean replied carefully. "Why?"

"Don't you know? My mother's actually a squib outcast from the British magical community," she explained. "She came to America when she was twenty."

"Huh, that's news to me," Dean said slumping against the backrest of his chair staring at some point behind his mother, lost in thought. After some time he shook his head and focused on Mary again.

"Anyway, that same evening Azazel killed you and became John's obsession. Trying to find and kill the demon, he became a hunter himself. We didn't stay long in one place and moved from motel to motel. He hunted anything and everything that crossed his path. Neither Sam nor I had a real childhood. I learned how to hunt when I was a teenager though I tried to shield Sam from most of it. Sam, however, at least wanted some semblance of a normal life and went to Stanford when he was twenty-one. He stayed there for a year, even getting a girlfriend, Jessica," Dean told her.

"Then a year later John suddenly vanished. I didn't know what to do and went to Sammy to ask him for help. He reluctantly came with me to investigate the last case John was on, a woman in white. But we didn't find him. We finished the unfinished hunt, and I drove Sam back to Stanford because he had an interview the next day for a law school. That was when everything quickly went to hell."

Dean took a deep breath. "I was just about to drive off again when I saw fire coming from Sam's bedroom. In an instant, I ran to their flat only to see that Jessica had been killed in the same way as you. That was what pushed Sam to become a hunter again and also pushed him to try and find Azazel who was behind the murder of his girlfriend, even if not directly. Soon after Sam's magical abilities showed up for the first time."

"He never showed any signs during his childhood?" Mary asked surprised. "No accidental magical outbursts?"

"No, but as we learned recently, that the demon blood probably suppressed it," Dean said, shaking his head. "We even found others that showed similar abilities than Sam, telekinesis, premonitions, even one who could convince you of anything by only telling you to do it."

"That one probably laced his voice with compulsion charms to make you do what he wants you to," Mary nodded.

Dean also nodded. "Anyway, later on, we learned that John had vanished to search for a certain colt that can kill anything, even demons, to kill Azazel."

"Wait a moment, why didn't he go to the Rabbit Hole and simply buy demon killing ammunition?" Mary asked confusedly.

Dean snorted. "John never learned about that location and Sam and I also only learned recently of its existence. For a hunter, he knew surprisingly little about what he was hunting."

"You're referring to something that happened to you recently again…what happened?"

"Let me continue, and you'll know," Dean replied with a smirk. "So John hunted down the colt while Sam and I continued the hunting business. We even had a run in with Azazel but weren't able to kill him. That was when a truck hit us. I was critically injured, and John made a deal with Azazel to save my life. He handed over the colt he found by then as well his instant death and departure to hell in exchange for my life.

"Sometime later all the special children as we called those with demon blood boosted abilities were brought to a ghost town somewhere in the middle of nowhere for some twisted tournament where they were to kill each other. The last one living then was supposed to open one of hell's gates with the colt as the key, which is actually the real purpose of it, and lead an army of demons to earth. At that point, we also learned that Azazel fed Sammy his blood the night you were killed.

"Later on I learned that the whole thing was mainly staged to free Lilith from hell, the first demon, but I'll come back to that later on. In the end, Sam was killed during that tournament. That was the reason I made a deal, to save him. I had to." Dean let his head fall into his hands and swallowed hard, talking about everything still hurt more than he wanted to admit.

Mary looked at Dean and saw how much it took out of him to talk about everything. Making a moment's decision, she took out a knife and broke the seal on the ceiling before walking over to Dean and kneeling in front of him.

"I can see how much you love your brother. It would be highly hypocritical of me if I condemned you for what you did to save your brother when I'm willing to do the very same to save John," she said with a sad smile while grabbing Dean's wrists and pulling his hands away from his face to be able to see into his face.

Dean blinked a few times before he tentatively returned the smile. "It's just…it hurts talking about it…when I lost Sam…, I fell into a hole."

"What happened next?" she asked to prompt Dean to stop thinking about it.

Dean, who saw how uncomfortable Mary was kneeling on the floor, waved his hand and conjured another chair for her to sit on. Mary nodded in thanks before sitting down upon it.

"Well, you can probably guess how worried Sam was when he learned what I did. He tried everything to get me out of that deal. Half a year later we had a run in with Loki," Dean continued snickering when he thought about Loki and what he did. "At that time we wanted to kill him for what he did but thinking about it now…."

"What did he do?"

"He trapped Sam and me in a time loop that only Sam would remember. In every single one of the loops, I would die in one way or another," thinking about it, Dean snickered even more. At some point, Loki had unlocked his memories about it, and Dean had to admit that some of his deaths really had been extremely funny.

"Loki killed you over and over again, and you find that funny?" Mary incredulously asked.

"Yes, in retrospect it is," Dean replied with a shrug. "Mary, you don't know Loki like I do…it might seem strange, but…it's just his way of caring. Loki just wanted Sam to realise that he would lose me eventually."

"By hurting you and consequently also Sam over and over again? Yes, that is a strange way of caring."

Dean sighed. "Mary, just trust me that Loki isn't the bad guy in all this. I mean yes, he isn't a saint, but up until now, I've never known anyone who didn't deserve what Loki did. What he did to us…it was harmless in comparison to what he really is capable of," Dean threw his arms into the air in frustration. "Let me continue, and maybe you'll see things as I do."

Mary looked at him for a long moment before she slowly nodded, not entirely convinced.

"It was the day after the Christmas holidays that everything changed and I mean for the better. Sam and I did a small pit stop in Malibu when we met him for the first time."

"Him?"

"Harry Potter. At that time we had no idea who he was. Sam and I left a shop when I became aware that something or better said someone turned my car all pink and girly. That was when I spotted Loki and well at that time we were on less than friendly terms with the pagan god, mainly because of the time loop thing," Dean once again snickered. "But when I confronted him we learned that he was with this boy who was the real culprit behind the sudden transformation of my car. Loki, on the other hand, vanished hell knows where and left the boy behind."

"What?" Mary asked shocked. "He just left the boy behind?"

"Yes he did, though it was the best thing he could have done, trust me," Dean told her. "Sam didn't want to leave the boy to himself, and so we offered him to drive him where he wants to. When we learned that he was on holidays and that he would spend them alone now that we scared Loki away, we decided to accompany him. Later on, we learned that Loki at first didn't really leave and made sure that Harry was in good hands, namely ours. To say that that was an enlightening time would be an understatement. Within the next four hours and the days afterwards, we learned more than in all the years before. The fact that Sam was a natural wizard, the existence of the Rabbit hole and that's only the tip of an enormous iceberg. We also learned a lot about ourselves and that both Heaven and Hell have plans for us, especially concerning the breaking of the first seal on Lucifer's cage."

"WHAT?" Mary exclaimed. "You can not be serious!"

"I am serious," Dean replied looking her straight into the eyes. "You see when Loki turned up again, later on, we learned that it's inevitable and that the seals will fall no matter what."

"And you believed him?" Mary was shocked beyond belief.

"I did, and I do. The thing is when Sam tried to get me out of the contract nothing worked, and I mean absolutely nothing. After a long talk about it, we then decided that if it was inevitable that the seals would fall, that they would at least fall to our own conditions. When we learned a certain thing about Harry's guardians…let's just say that it made the decision all that easier. I went to hell quite willingly."

"They abused him?" It seemed to Mary that the shock and surprise didn't want to end, how could someone…anyone abuse a child? Not that she doubted it for one moment; Dean didn't peg her as someone who would go to hell willingly for anything less. "And that's why and how you became a demon."

Dean simply nodded. "Partly yes, but I think that what happened in hell also played a role in it. When I went to hell I met Alastair and…" he paused not knowing how to explain to his mother that he fell in love with a demon and not just any demon but the chief torturer of hell.

"You love him, don't you?" she asked him.

Dean blinked a few times in surprise. "Her, but yes I do. I…she…yes I know she's the chief torturer of hell and not all that nice to others but…," he tried to justify it, but Mary interrupted him.

"Dean, it might surprise you, but I know quite a bit about demons. Very few are really the evil bastards they are painted as and if you say that she treats you well…I believe you," she said with a low chuckle, Dean looked happy when he talked about the demon and who was she to judge her without knowing her? "And I only trapped you because I feared you wanted to hurt me."

Now Dean openly gaped at her until he got himself under control.

"I…," he began but closed his mouth before opening it again. "It's just that Sam and I for a long time believed things we only recently learned were false to being with and I didn't think that you'd be so open-minded towards all this," he shrugged helplessly.

"I'm pragmatic. Why would I care if someone sells his soul to a demon? For the demons it is business and if the people are alright with going to hell for whatever they want it is their problem, not mine. Also with other creatures…as long as no innocent is endangered I won't interfere. Anyway, so you broke the first seal on Lucifer's cage. What happened then?"

"When the seal was broken, I stayed with Alastair in hell for a bit more. But at some point, we decided it would be nice to go back to earth for a while, so we left and went to visit Sammy. We helped contain the effect of the breaking of another seal and Alastair, and I were hunting down a Wendigo when that damned angel showed up and dumped me here in the past. That was pretty much everything important," Dean finished with a thoughtful look, but in the end, concluded that he didn't miss anything.

They both descended into silence after that, both lost in thought about what just transpired and what would happen in the future. Mary was pretty much thinking about if there was any way to not die while not changing the future. She could see that her future son was happy with how things developed, even with the hardship before and she didn't want to risk that.

Dean, on the other hand, wondered just how much the future would change only because he told his future mother everything. Would she try to survive that fateful day? Or would she try to save her parents from Azazel? He could only hope that the future would change for the better, not only for him and Sam but also for Harry. Oh, Harry…would Loki still take care of him? Or would the boy be damned to live through the hell that was his family? Dean hoped that it wasn't the case and even if it was the case…the first thing he'd do when he got back to his time would be making sure that the boy was alright.

Neither knew just how long they were sitting there, but slowly the sun rose over the horizon indicating that the day when everything would start had long since begun.

Mary blinked a few times when the sun hit her face.

"How did Azazel kill me?" she finally asked.

Dean looked up in surprise over the question. "Are you sure you want to know?" he asked her though Mary only gave him a deadpanned look. "He slit open your stomach before he pinned you to the ceiling and let you burn in hellfire."

Marry hummed lowly, but finally, she nodded.

"Very well, I have to thank you that you shared this with me, but I have to go. I was away for far too long now, and my father is undoubtedly worried about me already," she said while standing up.

"Wait," Dean exclaimed while standing up and grabbing her arm to stop her from leaving. "What do you intend to do now? I mean I won't ask you to not change anything but…please let me know."

"Do you trust me?" she inquired in return. Dean observed her for a long moment but finally nodded. "Then trust me when I say that everything will play out just nicely."

She turned towards the man that would be her son and gently cupped his cheek with her hand and smiled at him. A moment later she let her hand fall back down, and she turned around and finally left. This time Dean didn't stop her.

When she was gone Dean closed his eyes and slumped back down on his chair, despair encompassing him. What had he done?

That was when he heard steps coming towards him. Looking up he saw Castiel approaching him and sitting down opposite of him.

"What do you want?" Dean snarled, not in the mood for the angel's antics.

"You're a demon?!"

"No shit! What gave me away?" Dean asked sarcastically.

Castiel though didn't even blink when confronted with Dean's mood. "But that wasn't what was supposed to happen…this is impossible…how did no one know?" the angel was more confused than ever. He had blatantly listened in to the conversation between Dean and the woman that would be his mother, and it had left him with more questions than answers.

How could Dean have become a demon? That was never meant to happen though it would explain why he hadn't been able to find him in hell. Then there was the fact that Dean is destined to be Michael's vessel, but that won't happen if Dean is a demon.

Then there is the thing with Sam. He was a natural wizard? How could that be? His abilities came from the demon blood, or maybe not? That was at least what his superiors had told him. That Dean had to stop Sam because he was becoming dark. But then again they also said to him that Dean needed to be here in the past to witness how everything began, but Dean used that to change the future. How could Zachariah not have foreseen that? Not to mention why didn't he know that Dean obviously already knew about all that?

"What will you do about it?" Dean asked when it became apparent that the angel wouldn't talk.

Castiel looked at Dean. Things certainly didn't add up here, but what could he do? For now nothing except watching Dean while he stayed here in the past.

"Nothing," he absently replied before he vanished into thin air again.

Dean growled in frustration but decided that there was nothing left to be done here and since he was famished he decided to hit up the diner again.

The rest of the day nothing noteworthy happened while Dean kept his distance from both his parents. It was nearing midnight that day when suddenly dizziness hit Dean, and he blacked out from it. When he awoke again, Dean saw that he was apparently back in his time and was lying in front of Bobby's house right now. Groaning he let his head fall back on the ground and tried to assess the situation and how much had changed because of his little trip through time.

The first thing he recognised was that he still was a demon so either he was immune to changes because of it, or far less had changed than he would have thought.

It couldn't be helped, but he would have to get up and see for himself just how much damage the idiocy of the angel had done.

With one last sigh, he got up and walked over to the front door while brushing off the dust. Once he reached the door, he knocked firmly and waited. Soon after the door opened and Bobby appeared in the frame.

The man looked him up and down. Dean began to fear what might have changed when Bobby smiled at him.

"So ya thought it a good thing to take a jaunt through time?" he asked Dean gesturing for him to come in.

"Not voluntarily I can tell you," Dean replied and followed the older man through to the kitchen.

When he arrived there, he looked around when his gaze fell on a boy with black hair. "Harry!" he exclaimed and ran over to him before embracing him in a strong hug. "I feared that I changed too much and you'd have to stay with…them."

"I'm still here, but I'm glad that that didn't change," Harry told him with a smile.

"Believe me, had that happened I would have gotten you out," Dean said, fondly ruffling the boy's hair much to Harry's indignation.

"It is nice to see how much you value me," Alastair's voice came from Dean's left.

Dean didn't honour that with a verbal answer but simply embraced her in a deep kiss that he only ended when Harry coughed loudly.

"You two should get a room," the boy deadpanned.

"So you're the one who managed to win Dean's heart?" a female voice suddenly asked from the doorway.

Everyone turned around to see a blonde woman leaning against the doorframe with a shotgun in her right hand resting against her shoulder.

"I think it is time that we had a talk," she said with a smirk.

A/N: Not the worst place to stop the chapter. 'til next chapter!