It was decided, mainly by John, that the older Sam was going to ride with him in his truck to Bobbys.

He did look at the impala when they stepped outside, smiling fondly at it. When he left the room he had automatically turned to it, even taking a step towards it when he remembered everything.

He glanced at Dean and the younger Sam as they got into the impala instead. The younger Sam ignored the future one but Dean, he looked back to the other Sam, a mess of emotions running over his face as he got into the driver's seat.

Shaking his head he followed after John into the passenger seat of his truck, barely needing to climb into it. John didn't speak as he got them onto the road, Sam glanced at the mirror to see the impala follow after them.

Neither of them broke the silence as they drove, John didn't even turn the radio on. After what seemed like an eternity, when he spoke, his voice was heavy.

"I die in the future, don't I." despite wording it like that, it wasn't a question.

Sam breathed out slowly, staring straight ahead at the road in front of them. "I don't really know what to say." he said tensely. "I don't want to change the future. We've suffered a lot but I'm happy where we ended up. And I don't want to mess that up."

John breathed out slowly. "You already answered." he said. "The way you look at me, it's like you've seen a ghost. Like you want to look but at the same time its too painful."

Sams fingers twitched at that and he pressed them down harder onto his legs where they laid on his lap. "You have no proof." he said.

"I don't need proof, you're my son, I can still read you." John said, half glancing at him before refocusing on the road ahead. "As much as I don't want to believe it, I know that you're Sam."

"What makes you so certain?" Sam asked, trying to keep his tone even.

"Wasn't one hundred percent certain until I came back into the room, saw you looking at Dean." John said. "Deans the only one that's ever been able to calm you down and make you smile like that."

Sam pressed his lips closely together. "It was just...seeing him like that, so young and everything. It made me...it reminded me of this time. How..." he gave a small hollow laugh. "I know it doesn't seem like it but things were a lot simpler and easier now than it is in the future."

"This is simple and easy?" John asked raising an eyebrow. "What kind of hell are you two going through in the future?"

Sam didn't speak for a moment. "I really shouldn't be saying this." he said quietly. "But...things do get worse in the future. That's all I'll say."

"No, that's not all you're going to say. You need to tell me one thing, just one thing." John said, tightening his grip on the steering wheel. "Azazel. Do we kill him?"

Sam didn't speak, swallowing hard as he didn't dare to even move. John moved his jaw from side to side, a familiar impatience with his youngest filled him but he pushed it away as best as he could.

"Yeah." he whispered. "We killed him dad. He's long dead in the future."

John breathed out, a relief escaping him in a way that he hadn't had in a very long time. He didn't dare to do so too much, he was still driving, but he bowed over slightly, a sharp breath coming out. A weight that he had carried for years, ever since he had learned what really had killed Mary, was lifted for just a moment as he reveled in the idea, the knowledge, that the thing that killed his wife, the mother of children, was dead.

"Good." he managed to get out, straightening himself. He nodded once, briskly. "Good."

Neither of them spoke for the remainder of the drive, the both of them lost in their own thoughts.

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