Wow I am so sorry that it's been a lifetime since I updated this story. I just have lost the plot of it. I didn't really like season Seven that much and only just started watching season Eight. It's kinda give me the bug to continue this. So, sorry for the long arse wait, but hey better late than never right?
Things were different now. Bobby was gone, there was no hiding that fact. None of us could bare being in the cabin. Everything reminded us of the old grump. I had stopped feeling him around. I put down my feeling to grief and buried it with all the other crap I had pushed deep down inside me. Helping Krissy and her dad helped us with the healing process. I think it helped us so much more than we helped them. It showed us that we could do it alone, we could fight and still make something right. I felt proud for the first time in a long time, I helped save someone and it felt good. It was a feeling I was struggling to hold onto these days. Sam was dealing better, at the moment he seemed to be handling things well, or at least that's how it felt. I hadn't seen him have an issue it awhile and I was glad about that. We'd talked about Bobby a few times, mostly sharing stories of the old drunk. I know it helped Sam move on more, he just wanted someone to listen to him. Dean on the other hand... he was drinking more and more, but his obsession with Dick Roman was worrying me the most. Dean spent all his energy researching the bastard, he spent days going over articles related to Dick and his companies. You would always find Dean, a drink in hand, studying the latest news on Dick Roman. I tried talking to him a few times about both things, but it always ended up in an argument. I was starting to think that deep down Dean blamed me for Bobby getting shot. That I was the one person he could be really angry at, to blame for all of this. It was hard because at the same time I knew how much he loved me, how much it was twisting him up inside.
The noise, just out of reach. The scratches on non-existent walls. The darkness that surrounds everything. My heart was racing as I tried to find a way to go. Some direction. Some way out. They were surrounding me, they were just out of sight, just out of my senses. But I knew they were there. I knew it.
"You bastards think you can scare me?!" I screamed out into the darkness, my voice surprisingly confident as I twirled on the spot. "Think again! I am getting out of here and I am making sure that no one opens this door again!" I screamed picking a direction and moving forward. The darkness moved with me, making me feel like I wasn't getting anywhere. I started to run, my heart beating in my ears as my legs moved. I had to get away! I had to run. My legs pounded on the floor thunderously as I tried in vein to escape their world.
"You silly human." A voice bounced around me, I couldn't find its source.
"You can't escape us." A second voice added as I shook my head.
"Run all you want, we'll always be here-" The first voice said as I felt something brush past my skin. I repressed a scream as I ran faster, praying that I could escape the voices for a while.
"With you." The second voice finished the sentence as something lightly touched my ankle, almost making me trip over my own feet. It took everything I had not to tumble to the floor as my body screamed for a release from this personal hell.
"Forever." Both voices said at the same time as I felt it. It felt like rope had twined around my wrists and ankles grasping me hard, jerking me still as the coldness crept along my skin.
"No, no get off me! Get off me!" I murmured as I shot up on the bed, my eyes wide as I searched the dimly lit room. My heart was racing as I looked around and met a set of green eyes watching me carefully.
"You're safe." Dean said looking dead into my eyes. His eyes were beautiful, they could always calm me. Or at least they always could before I came back from Purgatory. I nodded a little catching my breath as I looked at my wrists rubbing them mindlessly. I could still feel them holding me still. "You, um, you want to talk about it?" Dean asked making my head snap up at him. He glanced from me to his laptop screen nervously. Dean hadn't pushed me to talk since Bobby's death. We barely talked much outside of working a job or tracking Dick and the Leviathans. I turned and Sam was out cold on the bed next to me. That guy can sleep through anything. I curled my legs under me and shook my head. I could feel my whole body trembling at the thought of explaining that place to anyone.
"Not overly, no." I answered clearing my throat. I looked down at my wrists just to confirm that nothing was holding me down. I couldn't shake how real the dreams felt, how vivid they were.
"I think maybe we should." Dean stated as I looked up at him. He was looking my way again, a worried expression crossing his features. In his eyes I swear I saw the concern he was feeling for me. I sat there, rubbing the back of my neck as I just looked into those eyes. The hurt, the loss was washing off Dean like a storm. He was sinking fast, grasping onto anything to keep him afloat. I just wish I knew how to help. I knew talking about Purgatory wouldn't help anything.
"You still looking up Dick?" I asked changing the topic. I wanted the attention off me as quickly as possible. I couldn't stand the little heart to heart Dean was trying to force on me. I didn't want to talk about Purgatory, I didn't need to talk about Purgatory, I just needed to move on.
"We're not talking about me," Dean huffed, taking a sip of his beer. "We're talking about you." He added as he started to look annoyed. I noticed the couple of bottles on the table, clearly empty. He had been hitting the bottle hard again.
"Maybe we should talk about you." I pushed the change of topic, feeling the tension build between us. I hated the tension. It was always there, always just under the surface, waiting for the spark to ignite the fight between us.
"You need to talk about Purgatory. You can't keep it bottled up, you've seen what it does to people. I'm not trying to be Sam and do some touchy feely crap here ok? I just want my wife to talk to me, to explain why you wake up screaming, looking at everything in the room like it's about to eat you alive." Dean grunted, his hand wrapping round the beer bottle harder. I knew how worried Dean was, I'd overheard him talking to Sam about it enough times when they both thought I was asleep. But it was my problem to choose to ignore. Mine, and mine alone to deal with.
"I'm fine." I answered folding my arms over my body defensively. Dean scoffed, opening his mouth to say something else when Sam's phone started to ring loudly. Sam groaned getting up, and looking at me, then Dean.
"Don't give me that dirty-diaper look. I ain't calling you." Dean muttered as Sam picked up the phone.
"Hello?" Sam asked, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.
"Sam, it's Jody Mills. I wake you?" Sheriff Jody Mills asked from down the line.
"The sheriff? Uh...," Sam mumbled, flicking the light on. "Yeah. Uh, I mean, uh-"
"Listen, I got something that smells like you boys." Jody said cutting Sam off. "A body turned up in Canton, Ohio. Local P.D.'s trying to bury the story and the body."
"Okay, um, so, uh, what's up with the body?" Sam asked looking over to us.
"Well, when it went missing, it was a perfectly normal grad student named Charles Durbin. When it turned up, the thing was mummified minus the wrapping. This is actually the second body found like this in the last couple weeks. Sound like a song you boys tap to?" Sheriff Mills asked, it sounded like she was driving.
"Yeah, yeah, that's, that's um... that's our kind of number." Sam nodded as I glanced at Dean, he was still shooting a glare my way. I let out a small sigh and turned to Sam "Hey, question– how does a sheriff in Sioux Falls get wind of a case in Ohio?"
"I'm just that nosy. Look, after everything I've been through with you boys and..." There was a pause from Jody, as a sad smile crossed my lips. I knew how she felt about Bobby, and how he felt about her. "With Bobby, you know, something like this pops up on the wire, it catches my ear. What can I say?" Jody asked clearing her throat.
"Well, we'll look into it. Thanks, Sheriff." Sam said with a small smirk of his own.
"Call me after, okay?" Jody asked, sounding almost like Bobby in that moment.
"Yeah." Sam promised before hanging up and shifting on the bed so that he could see the pair of us better. "That was Sheriff Mills. She caught us one." Sam announced for Dean sake.
"Oh, I feel bad. We didn't get her anything." Dean said slightly sarcastically as he took another sip of his beer. Sam glanced from me to Dean and sighed. Sam could pick up on the tension, he wasn't stupid.
"So, um.. what did I just wake into?" Sam asked looking from me back to Dean. I turned and looked as Dean matched my actions. We stared at each other for a few minutes, waiting for the other to crack.
"Nothing." We answered at the same time. Dean let out a loud sigh, looking back at his laptop as I got up and stretched a little.
"I can't believe I'm about to say this but I hope you're watching cartoon smut, 'cause reading Dick Roman crap over and over again is just self-punishment." Sam almost pleaded with Dean. I glanced towards Dean arching an eyebrow too, as he paused staring at the pair of us before closing the laptop lid down.
"It's called anime, and it's an art form." He stated plainly, looking straight at Sam.
"Ok, if you say so." Sam laughed as he glanced to me. I wasn't laughing I was watching Dean as a frown crossed my features. "What am I missing?" Sam asked looking I me, I tore my eyes away from Dean and looked over to Sam.
"Nothing." I sighed, feeling the tension prickle across my skin. "I'm just going to get freshened up if we're going to be hitting the road soon." I sighed, walking out of the room before Sam could throw his puppy dog eyes at me to make me talk.
We hit the road and drove to Canton, Ohio to check out the case that Jody Mills had thrown us. The whole ride I sat in the back looking over the case file, I refused to look up even though I knew Dean was watching me through the rear view mirror. Sam had not asked me about the tension between me and Dean, but I was pretty sure I had a talk coming from the Jolly Green. I let out a small sigh as I glanced out the passenger side window. The whole place seemed normal enough. We drove around the area searching for a place to crash where the Leviathans wouldn't be able to find us. We drove down a quiet little road and found a house surrounded by fencing. There was two signs on the outside. The first said it was 'For Auction' and the second said 'No Trespassing', it was the nicest of the dumps we had seen.
"Well, this looks nice. Check around back?" Dean asked looking over to Sam who just nodded and we drove off. The house was empty, we pulled the car in the drive and round the back and set up camp. I grabbed an end of a table and helped Dean move it into the living room which wasn't so bad.
"Are we talking?" Dean asked as we walked towards the windows that were covered in paper.
"I dunno, are we?" I asked with a shrug as we put the table down. Dean sighed, standing straight as he looked at me.
"Don't do that, I just... I don't want to fight, ok?" Dean asked looking down at me, as he tucked his hands into his trouser pockets.
"I'm not fighting, you are." I sighed holding my hands up in the air.
"I'm not, you just refuse to talk to me-" Dean grunted shaking his head as I cut him off.
"Just like you." I pointed out tilting my head to one side. We stood there looking at each other for a few minutes when I heard Sam moving down the stairs. "I'm talking to you, ok?" I asked shaking my head as Sam walked into the room carrying a chair.
"Well, there's a... semi-functioning bathroom and one un-rancid bedroom." Sam half laughed, half screwed his face up as he put the chair down and turned to us.
"Define semi-functioning, and do not use the words hole in the floor." Dean asked as I just cocked an eyebrow in agreement to Dean's question. Sam opened his mouth to answer but changed his mind and held palm flat, rising his right in a fist. He nodded to me and Dean, as I did the same. Dean jumped at the chance to play rock, paper, scissors. We all nodded and hit our palms with our fists three times.
I whistled as I walked into the one un-rancid bedroom, Sam was rolling out his bedroll and looked over his shoulder smirking at me a little. I shook my head as walked over to Sam, looking down at him.
"Sure you don't want to do best two out of three?" I asked folding my arms over my chest.
"No, I'm good." Sam smirked as he got to his feet. "What did you end with?" Sam asked smug that he had won the best bathroom.
"I won the floor in the living room, sharing with Dean." I admitted sighing as if on queue Dean walked into the room and stood near the door looking at the pair of us.
"How does paper beat a rock? It's stupid." Dean asked shaking his head at the pair of us. I turned to Sam and the smile just grew on his lips as Dean sighed walking out the room, muttering something about cheating to himself.
"Do you think he'll ever learn that he always picks rock?" I asked with a sad smile on my lips.
"I think he let's me win." Sam answered honestly. "He cares about us too much."
"Wish he'd let me win sometimes." I muttered wrapping my arms around me and walking out of the room.
We set up camp, before heading to the local police office. We grabbed a copy of the files and asked for any extra info they had. Of course the whole force was trying to deny any of the mummy corpse stuff so hadn't really looked into it. We pulled outside the address of a witness and I passed the file to Dean to look at. It had a picture of the mummified Charles Darbin corpse.
"Kids playing hide-and-seek found the body." Sam explained to Dean as I took a sip of my tea.
"Wow. Very King Tut." Dean smirked looking up at the pair of us.
"Yeah, so, uh, this is where the eyewitness to the assault lives." Sam explained nodding his head to the house in front of us.
"But the cops are calling him an unreliable witness." I added sighing a little.
"Because?" Dean asked looking up from the file.
"Let's find out." Sam nodded, taking the lead to the house. We walked up the porch and knocked on the door waiting for someone to answer. A man opened the door wrapped in a blanket. As he answered the door we all held out our I.D badges.
"Special Agent Smith. This is, uh, Special Agent Smith. No relation. And this is Special Agent Stone." Dean introduced all three of us to the man. He was chubby, mid thirties I'd guess and gave off the stoner vibe from the start.
"Whoa. Do you mind if we, uh... My mom's sleeping in there." The man asked closing the door behind him and walked outside. "S-so, how can I...?" He looked at all three of us a little lost.
"Oh, we, uh, we had a few questions about the incident you witnessed in the alley." Sam asked realising that we really hadn't stated why we were there.
"You just gonna laugh at my story like the rest of the suits?" The man asked glancing at all three of us.
"We're not gonna laugh at you." Dean said as the man glanced at me and I tried to give a reassuring smile.
"All right, well, I'm on the steps... medicating... when I hear fighting. So I look. There's my neighbour Durbin, and some dude dressed like my grandpa's got him by the neck, right?" The man said being very animated with his explanation, his hands hovering in the air strangling it.
"What do you mean he looks like your grandpa?" Dean asked butting in a little.
"Uh... Snappy shoes, suit, one of those, um, Justin Timberlake hats." The man answered waving a handover his own head. Sam looked at the pair of us confused for a moment.
"Y,you mean a, a fedora?" Sam asked looking back at the man.
"Aha!" The man cried out clicking his fingers together.
"Did you see anything else?" I asked keeping my whole body language neutral, though I was getting why the police had seen why he was an unreliable witness.
"This red, like, energy passed through Durbin to hat guy. Even my watch stopped." The man answered looking dead into my eyes before turning to Sam and Dean. "Durbs... he aged before my eyes. He looked like a raisin." The man said shocked, his eyes widening as if he was remembering it all over again.
"Well, we believe you." Sam said with a quick smile. The man started to nod in appreciation, a small smile crossing his lips.
"Oh!" He smirked at Dean.
"Thanks for your help." Dean said with a small nod as the man smirked at all of us for not making fun of him.
"Thank you, officer – officers." The man smirked, nodding at all three of us before we turned to leave. As we were heading down the stairs Dean caught my eye.
"Wow." Was all his said but I couldn't hide the smirk on my lips as I nodded a little in agreement.
We headed back to the house and started to hit the research. We didn't bother getting change, we just wanted to get on with the case. Both Sam and I were working on our laptops as Dean sat in the middle while he leafed through his dad's journal for any hints of what we could be hunting. Dean let out small sigh putting his dad's journal on the table.
"Yep. Nothing that turns a dude into a Crypt-keeper. You?" He asked looking up to us before checking his beer. He kicked his feet off the cooler and pulled out three new beers passing two to me and Sam.
"Uh, well, greater Canton turns out kind of a hot spot for weird dead bodies." Sam said not looking up from his laptop.
"Hmm. You don't say." Dean answered blowing on the top of his beer can before opening.
"Shockingly, there's actually quiet a lot in the news archives." I answered taking my beer and resting it by the side of my laptop. Sam turned his laptop to face Dean and so that I could see a little myself.
"They're not exactly reporting, uh, mummifies. But still, uh,1928..." Sam explained as he pulled up articles I had already look at, some of the titles read Another Shrivelled Body Found and Spontaneous Combustion Claims Life of Young Man they all looked similar to what we were looking into. "Three deaths cited as spontaneous combustion. Bodies, quote, shrivelled despite no signs of fire." Sam read out loud, glancing between me and Dean.
"Little stretch, but okay." Dean admitted nodding as his eyes scanned the screen.
"Ok, what about it happening again in '74 three bodies found with leathery decay." I added looking up from my screen.
"Uh, '57," Sam added hitting a button on his keyboard. "Three more. Severe dehydration. This time one made the front page." Sam added hitting another key and bringing up the old newspaper article. I looked over to Sam screen and saw a young girl stood near a policeman as she pointed to a corpse. In the background are a woman talking to another policeman and two men, one of whom is wearing a fedora and long coat. "Girl named Terry Cervantes found a corpse near her church." Sam added pointing to the little girl in the picture.
"Any pattern here other than the location?" Dean asked looking over to Sam.
"Random vics, random years. But they seem to drop in threes." Sam said glancing over to me for confirmation as I just nodded.
"That's two down, one to go. All right, let me drive for a sec." Dean asked, taking the laptop from Sam.
"What, are you gonna look up more anime, or are you strictly into Dick now?" Sam joked looking over to me. I rolled my eyes as I looked at what Dean was actually doing. He had loaded a Securi-Net Webcam sight, bringing up ten different security cameras. I looked genuinely impressed with Dean and his skills. I nodded for Sam to take a look and as he glanced Sam lost his smile.
"Hmm." Dean hummed hitting a few more keys.
"Are those local feeds?" Sam asked impressed and as surprised as I was.
"Yeah." Dean smirked at me and Sam, so proud of himself that I couldn't help but smile back.
"How did you do that so fast?" Sam asked in utter shock at his brothers skills.
"A little tutorial from Frank. Don't worry. We'll pretend this never happened." Dean chuckled as I smirked at the pair of them "Now, mummy numero dos was, uh, found at the Gas n' Sip near Main Street, correct?" Dean asked looking at the screen.
"Yeah." I answered as Dean managed to pull up the security feeds for round the Gas n' Sip.
"All right, well, here's all the cameras around that store." Dean smirked leaning back in his chair.
"You need to teach me that trick." Sam smirked in awe of his big brother.
"Who knew you could be such a nerd?" I teased as Dean just gave me a small nod before as all looked at the screens.
"Hey, check it out – Timberlake." Dean commented pointing to a feed that hand a man wearing a fedora and a long coat.
"Wait a sec." Sam hummed, taking the laptop back from Dean.
"You can't let me bask in the glory for one second, can you?" Dean asked half joking as he shook his head at his baby brother.
"Shut up. Look." Sam hushed, hitting a few keys before turning the screen back round to us. On the screen was a close-up of the man from the security feed and a close-up of the man in the fedora and coat from the old newspaper article.
"He hasn't aged a day, has he?" Dean asked as we both agreed with him. "All right, well, if he's been popping up for decades now, then somebody's bound to know who he is, right? Is there any chance that, uh, Terry's still local?" Dean asked as I started to hit keys on my laptop searching for the little girls in the photo.
We managed to track Terry down. She still lived in town and was now working in the local hospital as a doctor. From what I could tell, she hadn't experienced anything else supernatural in her life.
"You know it's so pretty in the spring. Everything's blooming. That's why I walked home that way, to see the flowers. Instead, I found that body. I still have no idea what could have done that to a person." Terry answered as we showed her the photo from the old newspaper article.
"Do you recognize that man?" Dean asked pointing to the fedora man.
"Yeah. I mean, he lived on my parents' street. Mr. Snider." Terry said studying the picture for a moment.
"Where'd you say your parents live?" Dean asked and Terry gave us the address.
We decided to stake out the house in hopes that the fedora man was still hanging around town and using his old home as his base. We got changed and headed out. We pulled up on the street Terry gave us and waited. Dean and Sam went for take-out while I babysat the car. We spent most of the day watching and waiting. The night came and we still had no sign of the fedora hat man.
"So, what exactly is this thing? Some sort of vampire who got too sucky?" Dean asked sipping on his straw.
"Nope. Coroner's reports said there was blood in both bodies. 300-year-old blood, but blood." Sam sighed as he chewed on his food.
"We basically have no idea." I added rolling the tinfoil into tiny balls, ready to start throw into Sam's hair when he wasn't paying attention. I was getting that bored. I glanced up as someone came out of the house.
"Dude, dude. Uh, fedora dude." Dean cried out looking out the window as the fedora man walked along the pavement and turned down the alley. "All right, let's do this. Let's move fast." Dean cried out, checking his gun and cocking it before tucking it down his jacket pocket.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's the plan here, exactly?" Sam asked as I checked my gun too.
"Don't die." Dean answered getting out for the car.
"Brilliant plan." I huffed as me and Sam quickly followed Dean and hurried after the fedora man.
"He's heading Down town. All right, you take the street. We'll take the alley. We'll meet you in the middle." Dean said nodding for Sam to go down the street and for me to follow Dean. We split up and I walked side by side with Dean silently, keeping my eyes open for the fedora man.
"You know, you really need to come up with better plans than don't die." I said softly as we moved down the alleyway.
"Hey, it's a good plan. A solid plan." Dean smirked at me as we turned the corner and saw the fedora man kneeling over another man. It looked like he was cradling the other man's head, a red light leaving the man's face. The fedora man seemed to be absorbing the light, almost feeding off it. It was unlike anything that I had ever seen before.
"Dean?" I asked, not sure how we were going to approach the guy.
"Son of a..." Dean cursed softly before running towards the fedora man.
"Dean?!" I cried out shaking my head as I was seconds behind Dean. The red light was completely absorbed by the fedora man and he let his victim fall to the ground before standing up and looking in our direction. He didn't have time to react as Dean tackled the fedora man to the floor. The fedora man, managed to get Dean on his back and I grabbed hold of his shoulders ready to rip him off Dean when there was an explosion of red and white light. As the light faded the fedora man elbowed me in the face knocking me off him and continued to tussle with Dean.
"That hurt." I growled moving forward as Dean grabbed the fedora man's wrist. I went to punch the man but he grabbed my fist and pushed me back with so much force that I fell on the floor as he pulled his hand free and raced down the alleyway to the exit.
"Hey!" Dean cried out getting to his feet the same time as me; we raced down the alley after the monster. "Hey!" Dean cried out drawing out his gun as we reach the street. "Hey!" He cried out as we both stopped in our tracks. We looked around, there was something seriously wrong. The way people were dressed, the cars, the shop windows, it all looked 1940's.
"Dean?" I asked softly, looking at him as two policemen got out of patrol car and pointed their guns to Dean.
"Hey, you! Drop the gun! Put it down! Drop the gun!" They yelled as everyone around us looked utterly confused.
"You have a plan, right?" I whispered glancing around at everything.
"Yeah, don't die." He replied as I shot a look at him.
"Drop it!" The police yelled drawing my attention away from Dean.
"All right." Dean shouted back, dropping his gun to the ground as the policemen advanced on us.
"Don't die.." I scoffed shaking my head.
We were both arrested and handcuffed with silver handcuffs. They were burning my wrists and it was taking everything I had not to wolf out and snap out of the damn things. I refused to say anything while the policemen tried to get information out of us. Unlike Dean who just kept saying he was with the FBI. The policeman stepped out of the room, he told us it was a chance for the pair of us to get our stories together.
"How are you holding up?" Dean asked looking at me.
"My wrists are burning, there is silver in these cuffs Dean. I am not good." I grunted out shifting my jacket sleeve and showed Dean the red skin.
"Crap, let's just get out of here." Dean huffed looking at the cuffs for some way to break into them.
"And go where? They'll get the whole force looking for us, and we have no idea how to find the fedora dude, we're stuck." I grunted out trying my best to not touch the sides of the cuffs but it really wasn't working.
"Yeah, but we can't stay here with you like this." Dean huffed, biting the chain of the handcuffs as the door opened and the same policeman walked back in. He sat down opposite me and started going through our stuff. "Okay, can I just-" Dean started to say when the policeman shot Dean a look.
"Don't. Listen to me. Hey, if you tell me you're from the Bureau one more time, I'm gonna air you out myself. Got it?" The policeman threatened us before turning on Dean's mobile phone. "No signal. Are you some kind of Jerry spy?" The policeman asked looking at Dean suspiciously.
"Jerry who?" Dean asked, genuinely confused.
"And a terrible one at that." The policeman huffed picking up Dean's badge and flashing it at us. "This badge was issued 68 years from now. Ace work, kraut-muncher." He added scoffing at the pair of us. 68 years from now... that would make it 1944... crap! I turned to Dean as I realised the date and saw him counting on his fingers.
"Need a little help?" I whispered softly.
"Shush, I'm working it out." Dean muttered as he re-counted something on his fingers. I rolled my eyes as the policemen looked at the pair of us with a dead pan expression. "'44? We're stuck in 1944?!" He cried out, looking from the policeman to me.
"We're all stuck in 1944, ya bunny." The policeman cried out as a man entered the room. The policeman got up from the table and straightened his uniform, putting his cap on before walking over to the man. We couldn't see the man because he was up some stairs and his face was hidden by the light in the room.
"Take a powder." The man forcefully suggested to the policeman.
"Yes, sir." The policeman nodded, leaving the room without a second look to the pair of us.
"Look I don't even like frigging sauerkraut, okay, so you can just skip the-" Dean started to rant as the man stood at the top of the stairs watching the pair of us.
"What happened in the alley? And paint me a real picture." He asked walking down the stairs, he was dressed in a smart suit, and tie, long brown coat and black fedora on his head. I turned to Dean as he looked at me. We shared a silent conversation about telling the truth. The best outcome I could see was they sent us to a mental hospital. It would be easier to break out of there than the police station and I think Dean agreed.
"All right, well, we're "twelve monkeyed" no matter what I say, so here goes. We were chasing this dude. Uh, I'd just seen him mummify a guy. Yeah. So, I jumped him. He goes to knock my lights out, so she grabbed his shoulders. He lights up red. Poof, we're in 1944." Dean explained as I just watched this man. He paused for a moment before tossing a folder onto the table and sitting down across from Dean.
"Tell me more about the red light." He asked seriously, not mincing his words.
"Are you seriously asking-" Dean asked as the man cut him off.
"You want out of this jail, you're gonna tell me everything you can about that man and the so-called light." The man asked clearly interested in what we were saying.
"Okay. I saw it, she saw it and then we were here." Dean said nodding to me. The man darted his eyes to me and I just held the look for a moment.
"It's a power source most likely. Something he needs to jump through time, is my guess." I spoke up for the first time since we were arrested. Dean cocked an eyebrow at me and I just shrugged. The more crazy we sounded the easier it would be to convince them to put us in a mental hospital.
"Would you say that, uh... it was all around you or that more that it came from inside this fella?" The man asked sighing as he formed his sentence.
"You believe us." Dean stated leaning forward on the table. "Are you...? You're a hunter." He smirked towards the man.
"I don't know what you're talking about." The man answered leaning back in his chair.
"Demons, ghosts, shifters. Hey, we've killed 'em all. And you're the same. Just 68 years before us, huh?" Dean asked still smirking at the guy. The man let out a sharp breath and held his hand out to Dean.
"And your name is?" He asked as Dean shook the guys hand with the handcuffs on.
"Dean...Winchester." Dean answered with a warm handshake.
"Ness. Eliot Ness." Eliot Ness answered as a wide grin crossed Dean's face as Ness held his hand out for me to shake. "And you are Miss?" He asked me, ignoring Dean's expression of awe.
"Megan, Megan Winchester." I answered shaking his hand too. Ness clocked my wrist instantly.
"What have they done to your wrists?" Ness asked, taking my wrist and examining it.
"I'm having an allergic reaction to your cuffs." I answered honestly as he pulled a key out of his pocket and instantly let me out of them. "Thanks." I added with a small smile rubbing the raw skin and instantly feeling the pain ease.
Eliot Ness left us, said he was going to take care of the local police and just to sit tight. There wasn't much we could do, they had taken our guns, all we had were our phones and watches. I rubbed my wrists as they were healing, the redness had already faded to a warm pink.
"How do they feel?" Dean asked walking over from the window to me.
"A little sore, stupid silver." I muttered as Dean took my wrist and placed a soft kiss on them. It was as affectionate as he had been in a long time. "Thanks." I smirked as he nodded, rubbing his thumb over the warm skin.
"All better." He smirked before shaking his head, the smile plastered on his lips. "I just can't believe it!" He cried out getting to his feet.
"Eliot Ness." I said dryly knowing Dean too well.
"Eliot Ness! The Eliot Ness!" Dean beamed looking out of the window. "I just-"
"Try to control that inner fan girl of yours Dean, we need him to help us out." I teased as the door opened and Eliot Ness walked down the stairs towards us. Dean turned as he walked into the room and grinned at the man.
"I-I got to tell you, I mean, Untouchables is, like, one of my most favourite movies ever." Dean ranted at the poor guy, he had barely got in the room and Dean was fan girling all over him.
"What?" Ness asked confused. His eyes darted to me and I just shrugged, not sure how to explain Dean to Ness.
"I must have seen that thing, like, 50 times." Dean beamed resting his hands on the back of the chair,
"Seen it? What, like, I'm in the-" Ness asked impressed and a little curious.
"Oh, yeah, yeah! You don't even know! Oh, you are – pbht!" Dean was beaming at the man, it took everything I had not to roll my eyes at him.
"Look, hey, wait, wait, wait. Let's just... slow it down. Okay? Now, time travel. Is that something you find up a lot of sleeves in the future or?" Ness asked taking a seat opposite me.
"Not so much." I answered as Dean took a seat next to me.
"No, it's, uh, not normally on the menu. Trust me. We're as surprised as you are that we're here." Dean added shaking his head.
"How's you wrists feeling now?" Ness asked turning his attention back to me.
"A lot better, thank you." I answered with a small smile, Mr Ness returned. He looked at the pair of us and let out a small laugh.
"So we're hunting the same thing, just in different centuries." Ness chuckled pushing a folder towards as he opened the one in his hands. I shifted a little closer as Dean opened the folder on the table so I could get a good look too. "Two bodies. A few days apart just a little over a month ago. One witness said that she saw an assailant light up red after sucking the life out of a man." Ness explained as we looked over the pictures. It was our guy alright, everything matched up.
"Awesome." Dean muttered sarcastically, we both knew what it meant when there was two bodies and it was anything but good.
"How does that fill you with awe? Look, Dean, this thing, it kills-" Ness shook his head at Dean utterly confused by his choice of words.
"In threes." Ness, Dean and I said all at the same time. Dean looked up at Ness and nodded with as smirk.
"But you already know that." He said tipping his head to Ness.
"He's two down. You're coming with me. We've got to get this thing before it grabs the last one." Ness said getting to his feet the same time as me and Dean.
"Okay, so, so, wait, uh... Does... does this mean that I'm an Untouchable now?" Dean asked smirked at me, and nudging my shoulder. Ness just looked at the pair of us blankly.
"I'm sorry, he just gets excited too easy. He's going to be like this for a while." I sighed pinching the bridge of my nose as Ness just gave me an understanding nod.
"It means we got to get you two into some new clothes. You both look like some kind of bindlestiffers." Ness said turning and heading out of the room.
"Stiff your br – bin – what?" Dean asked utterly confused as we followed Ness out of the room.
Ness drove me and Dean to a tailor's shop. He insisted that I sat up front, making Dean sit behind me. I think it was because Dean kept looking at Ness and giving him this kinda creepy fan girl, I mean it was freaking me out a little. We pulled up and we all climbed out of the car. Dean smirked, looking round at everyone and everything in awe. Ness opened the door for me and I started walking in when I noticed Dean was still looking around. Ness sighed, grabbing Deans arm and pulling him into the tailor shop. There was a woman, around Bobby's age, measuring some trousers, she didn't even look up as we walked in.
"What's the rumpus, Eliot?" She asked looking up at me and Dean confused.
"Ezra Moore. Megan and Dean Winchester." Ness introduced us.
"Hello." I said with a polite smile.
"Hey." Dean said with a quick now.
"Where did you find these two? Some farm or something?" Ezra asked cocking an eyebrow at me.
"They're, uh, from the future." Ness said slightly uncomfortably.
"Yeah. Gas costs four bucks. You can get cheese out of a spray can. And... the President, he's a black guy. I could go on." Dean smirked as he rolled off some facts off the top of his head.
"Paint me impressed." Ezra said moving closer to the pair of us. "I assume you need some clothes. Come on." She said taking Dean's arm and leading him away. "Don't worry, I'll be back for you in beat sweetheart." Ezra said disappearing with Dean.
"Super." I muttered turning to Ness and giving him a small smile as he went and took a seat. There was a silence that fell between the pair of us. I wasn't Dean, I wasn't fan girling over Elliot Ness. I was too busy thinking about how to get back, how to try and get back to Sam and kill Dick.
"So you two married I take it?" Ness asked taking off his coat and hat, dumping them by the side of him. His voice broke the silence and pulled me from my thoughts. I turned to him and gave him a small nod.
"Yeah, a few years now." I admitted looking around the shop. It was just your typical high class tailor shop. Most people wouldn't even think twice about looking in.
"You're a Limmie,right?" Ness asked confused, studying me as I looked around the shop.
"Yeah, born and raised. But being a hunter-" I started to say when Ness cut me off.
"You're a hunter too?" He asked looking utterly surprised.
"Yeah! I was long before I met Dean." I said tilting my head to one side, screwing my face up a little. "Why?" I added folding my arms over my chest.
"It's just... well hunting isn't exactly women's work. Research sure, but actually out there. You could get hurt sugar." Ness frowned, getting up and walking over to me. There was a mixture of being patronisingly and condensing.
"I think you'll find I more likely to do the hurting." I admitted smirking up at Ness. He looked into my eyes for a few minutes before shaking his head.
"I can't believe Dean allows you to do such dangerous work." Ness said walking away from. "Someone as beautiful as you, it would kill me inside if you got killed out there."
"Allows me?!" I scoffed out making Ness turn to me. "Dean... things have changed, a lot. Women do pretty much whatever job they want, no matter if they are married or not." I explained shaking my head a little in disbelief. I scoffed shaking my head as I looked back over to Ness.
"Are all women so hot headed and opinionated as you?" Ness asked with a smirk as he sat back down on the buffet.
"You better believe it." I said putting my hands on my hips as Ezra came back in.
"You got a firecracker here Ezra, I'd be careful if I was you." Ness teased as Ezra looked between us.
"I don't want to know what I walked in. Come on, let's get you dressed too." Ezra said leading me into the back to find some clothes.
"I am not wearing this!" I shouted through the door. "How am I meant to do anything in this?!" I grunted shaking my head. "Not to mention, what have you done to my hair?!" I cried out feeling ridiculous.
"Come on out Meg, it can't be that bad." Dean shouted from out in the shop floor.
"No!" I shouted back. "No way!" I huffed folding my arms over my chest.
"The sooner you get out here, the sooner we can gank this monster and get outta here." Dean called back. I stood pouting for a moment knowing he was right, but I really didn't want to come out.
"I hate you Dean Winchester." I huffed, opening the door and walking out of the changing room. I walked out into the shop floor and sighed, dropping my arms to my side. "This is stupid. I look like some freaking Barbie doll or something." I huffed at my feet as the room was silent. I was wearing a red dress, it was classic 1940's style with matching red heels, my hair was in curls pinned up to be in fashion and I felt ridiculous. I looked up and Ness and Dean were just stood there watching me. They shared the same smile, both men looking lost in a thought. I looked at Dean and noticed he looked really good in the smart brown suit. He was wearing a black tie and even had a crisp white shirt. He looked stunning, he'd even parted his hair to one side. It just made me want to smile.
"I told you fem-fatal." Ezra said adjusting the skirt a little.
"You look breathtaking." Ness said breaking the silence between the guys. Dean blinked and looked at Ness before clearing his throat and walking over to me.
"You look, just..." Dean smirked as he took me in with one long look.
"I can't move, these shoes, not gonna be running in them anytime soon. I hate this, she wouldn't make me a suit." I huffed looking over at Ezra.
"I told you! You'd stand out too much in a suit, a pretty little thing like you should stand out in a dress!" Ezra argued back as I just rolled my eyes. "Don't be rolling those eyes at me!"
"You look great, really." Dean beamed at me as he put his hands on my hips. I took another good look at Dean and smirked up at him.
"I guess you look alright too." I teased. "I could get used to you in a suit." I added, dusting down his shoulders.
"Do you two want a room, or can we get back to it?" Ness teased breaking the moment between us. I sighed taking a step back from Dean's hands, but he captured my hand in his, not letting me move away from him. It made me smile a little.
"So, spill already. What bucket of syrup did you three idjits step into?" Ezra asked shaking her head at the three of us. Both me and Dean let out a small chuckle. She was more like Bobby then I could put into words. "Something funny, sweetheart?" She asked Dean cocking an eyebrow.
"No, you, uh... You just kind of remind me of someone." Dean said glancing at me as I nodded in agreement.
"Okay, Ezra... we need your help. It seems we're hunting a time traveller." Ness announced looking over at the woman.
"Delightful." Ezra replied sarcastically, yet unphased by anything.
Ezra fished around and pulled out a few books for us all to look at. I grabbed a book and started to go through it. The shop was silent as everyone was reading through their respective books. I felt a pair of eyes on me and looked up catching Dean watching me. Not just watching, studying me, it was like he never wanted to forget what I looked like in that moment. I gave him a warm smile, one he returned before I went back to looking at my book. A couple of hours passed, every now and again I would catch Dean watching me, studying me contently.
"This might be it." I announced, passing the book Ezra who nodded in agreement.
"It's the infinite hourglass." She read from the page as Ness and Dean got up and came and looked at the book too.
"That's the symbol I saw on his ring." Dean nodded, looking at all of us.
"Yeah, that's the mark of Chronos." Ezra confirmed with a heavy sigh.
"Who?" Dean and Ness asked at the same time.
"The God of time." I answered as I rubbed my temple.
"Another God, must be a Thursday." Dean sighed shaking his head.
"It is Thursday." Ness stated as Dean looked from the man to me. "So what's the deal with this God?" Ness asked me and Ezra.
"Well legend says Chronos would jump through time, constantly drifting for all eternity. Back in his glory days he would have been short of invincible." Ezra explained, reading from the book I passed her. "They got all their power from the worshippers who sacrificed themselves." She added.
"Only now, no body remembers these B-side Gods." Dean stated as I nodded.
"Yeah, but they aren't as powerful anymore, sure. Doesn't stop the wrath though." I huffed shaking my head a little.
"So why is this, this, Chronos killing people?" Ness asked looking at all three of us.
"Could be he's killing folks for his time juice." Ezra suggested with a small shrug as she put a gun into a holster. Dean tucked a flask into his jacket pocket as I just skim read the page again in case we missed anything.
"All right, well, how the hell are we gonna ride him back to 2012?" Dean asked looking over at me.
"Pass." I said holding my hands up in the air.
"Well, you could let him grab you, if you don't mind him using you for gasoline." Ezra suggested making both me and Dean frown a little.
"Look, let's just stick with what we know. Ezra, see if you can find something in all this junk that will kill a God." Ness said looking over to Ezra. By her expression she was used to this kind of request from Ness.
"No trouble at all." Ezra said sarcastically. "Come in a few hours, see what I can scrounge up." She added with a small sigh. Ness turned to Dean as he slipped his coat on.
"You said you fellas found his house? Well, let's go see if it's been built yet. And then let's kill that bastard, because that-" Ness started to say when Dean cut him off putting on his own fedora hat.
"Is the Chicago way." Dean smirked, coping Sean Connery's voice as best he could.
"Chicago way?" Ezra asked utterly confused, looking over to Ness for help.
"Who talks like that?" Ness asked shaking his head at Dean.
"Sean Connery." Dean said still in the same fake accent.
"Come on." Ezra rolled her eyes as she helped Dean put his coat on.
"Never watch that movie again." Dean muttered as he put the gun in the holster. I walked over to grab a coat when Ness grabbed my arm.
"You're not going with us sweetheart." Ness said letting go of my arm. I looked over to Dean who looked like he had been asked to choose between a lifetime subscription to Busty Asian Beauty or the keys to the Playboy Mansion. I looked back at Ness and held my ground.
"I am." I said putting my coat on.
"Look, I get you think you can handle things, but trust me sweetheart this is my call and I am not putting you in danger." Ness said almost patronisingly. I scratched my ear and looked to the floor before looking up at Ness.
"I got an idea for you-" I almost growled at him. Ness smiled down at me and I just wanted to punch him- hard.
"Megan!" Dean said walking over to my side. "Maybe you could help Ezra find a weapon to kill Chrono?" Dean suggested trying to keep the peace. I never looked away from Ness.
"Ness, if I can get your gun, before you can stop me, will you let me go with you?" I asked ignoring Dean.
"You think you can take my gun off me?" Ness smirked, looking over to Ezra who was smiling too.
"Yeah, I do." I said plainly when Dean sighed a little, backing away and standing next to Ezra.
"Ok then sweetheart, impress me." He joked looking down at me like I couldn't stop a paper bag. I took a deep breath and smiled at Ness. I kicked his shin, forcing Ness to put weight on his opposite foot. I used the momentum to push his shoulder, but as I brought my arm back he grabbed my wrist firm. He was using me to keep his balance, as I juttered forward throwing his balance off once again and reached inside for his gun with my left hand. I grabbed the gun with ease, tucking it into the belt round the back of the dress I was wearing. Ness twisted my wrist, tugging me forward so that I fell into his body as he got his balance.
"Nice try." He said reaching round my back to where the gun was. I smirked bringing my leg up and attempting knee him between the legs, but he clamped his legs round mine.
"Thanks." I smirked pushing myself forward with all my weight knocking Ness on to his back. As we fell I rolled over him, getting to my feet and aiming the gun at his head all before he had time to move. He looked up from the floor at me and raised his hand a little.
"Well colour me impressed again." Ezra said from the side of Dean as he moved to help Ness onto his feet.
"She always like this?" Ness asked looking over at me as I passed him the gun back.
"Only when she wants to prove a point." Dean sighed looking over at me.
"Look, you can come with us, but you gotta listen to me ok? We doing things different round here, usually broads don't go round killing things." Ness said looking genuinely impressed with me and my skills.
"You're the boss." I said nodding a little as Ezra passed me a small handgun.
We drove to the house we knew Chronos was staying in. The drive I was sat in the back watching the streets go past. I could feel both Dean and Ness glance at me in the rear view mirror. Dean was still studying me, almost like he didn't want to forget how I looked. Ness, I couldn't quite work out Ness and I got the feeling that he felt the same way. His eyebrows would furrow together. I caught his glance a couple times and saw Ness shift uncomfortably before focusing back on the road. We pulled up to the house and Ness walked around holding the door open for me.
"Um thanks." My eyes glanced to Dean who shrugged his shoulders as I got out of the car.
"You act like no one opens the door for you." Ness smirked as I brushed my dress down a little.
"Um, well I'm not sure when the last time was." I added as Dean came and stood next to me.
"It's a shame." Ness shrugged, glancing at Dean before we headed to the front door. As we walked up the porch the place looked so empty.
"It looks empty. You got a lock pick?" Dean asked looking to me and Ness.
"Sure." Ness answered with a smirk before kicking the door in and pulling out his gun as he stormed in. I glanced to Dean surprised as he just shrugged pulling out his own gun and fallowing Ness back in. "Take a look around. Where's he getting all the lettuce to support this?" Ness asked as we broke up and started looking around the house. I looked around and couldn't see any reason how he could afford everything he had. Dean let out a small whistle as I turned and saw him holding a racing journal.
"He's using the Biff strategy." Dean smirked, shaking his head a little. I gave Dean a small smirk as Ness just looked utterly confused.
"Using what? One of you two want to fill me in?" He asked frowning at the pair of us.
"He's – Chronos is betting on races he already knows the outcome of." Dean explained smirking as Ness walked over to him. "Look at this." Dean added showing Ness the book that dated from 1944.
"He's spent a lot of time in '44." Ness commented, glancing up at me.
"Yeah." Dean added pointing some initials in the book. "What's L.Y.?" He asked glancing at me and Ness for an answer. I shrugged as it seemed to mean something to Ness.
"It's not a what. It's a who. Lester Young. He lays bets for a lot of the flunkies in town. Let's say we go pay him a visit." Ness smirked widely.
"Alright then." Dean smirked, he was like a kid on go to work with your father day. I hadn't seen him this excited in years.
Ness and Dean picked up Lester and we took him to the police station. The guy was some skinny book maker who looked terrified that Dean and Ness had arrested him. I knew it wouldn't take us long to get him to talk.
"Dean take him in for me." Ness grunted passing Lester to him. Dean glanced at me and Ness before pulling him into the room and sitting him down at the table.
"Let me guess, this is men's work too?" I asked cocking an eyebrow as Ness looked at me.
"You got that right sweetheart." Ness smirked down at me as his eyes locked with me.
"You know this is complete-" I started to say when Ness shook his head.
"This is the times. Dames, especially as stunning as you, they don't get their hands dirty." Ness butted in putting his hands on my shoulders. "It's nothing personal, just the way it is."
"You know, the sooner I get back home, the better." I huffed shaking his hands off my shoulders.
"Just sit at my desk until we're done." Ness pointed to a desk near by. "And try not to cause any trouble would ya?" He added smirking as I rolled my eyes.
"As if I could do anything in this damn dress anyway." I huffed walking over to the desk and sat down, giving him a fake smile as Ness chuckled and walked into the interview room. I sat tapping my fingers on the desk as it felt like every officer in the building was walking past to get a good look at me. Now don't get me wrong, since I changed I know there's something about me that makes people take a second glance, but it felt magnified in the building. After twenty minutes I was starting to get ready to snap at the next guy who gave me a smirk, a wink or just plain stared at me like a piece of meat.
"Miss are you an actress?" A young officer asked as behind him I could see a few of them watching us. I looked up at the guy and took a deep breath.
"No, sorry." I answered tapping my fingers louder against the desk.
"Well you should be. I mean you are the prettiest things I have ever seen." He added glancing over his shoulder to the small group and grinning. "Say, would you like-"
"What did I say about trouble?" Eliot Ness's voice broke through as him and Dean walked over to us. Dean was glaring at the young officer as I stood up, brushing down my dress.
"Mr Ness! I, I, I was just-" The young officer stumbled over his words.
"He causing you any trouble?" Dean asked snaking an arm around my waist and placing a soft kiss on my cheek.
"None." I answered with a small smirk as the officer quickly disappeared back to the small group. "I need to get out of here, please tell me we've got a lead." I begged Dean feeling like I was being treated like a china doll.
"Oh yeah, we got a lead." Dean beamed back at me before looking over to Ness.
The lead turned out to be a cafe where Chronos would meet the book maker to collect his winnings. Ness drove us back to the alley where we first arrived. Across the street was a diner where Chronos was sat drinking a coffee.
"That's him." Dean pointed to Chronos as he was sat by himself.
"Kind of puny for a God." Ness muttered as he took a quick drink from a flask. He held it out to Dean to drink and for once Dean shook his head.
"Thought you were, uh – thought you were Mr. Boy Scout." Dean said screwing his face up a little.
"Why do you think I went after Capone in the first place? The guy had the best hooch in Chicago." Ness answered making me giggle a little.
"Makes sense I guess." I chuckled as the pair looked at me. Ness offered me the flask but I shook my head. He put it back in his pocket then changed his mind, pulling it out again.
"So, now, w-who died in your life and made you a hunter?" Dean asked as we continued to watch the diner.
"Who died? Nobody died, you morbid son of a bitch. I started doing this 'cause vampires were turning folks in Cleveland." Ness answered screwing his face up as he turned to Dean and then glanced at me. Both me and Dean had the same expression, both of us were in this life because we lost someone, we never thought of any other reason you'd become a hunter.
"And you got the bug." Dean beamed as his whole face lit up. You could really see how much Dean loved talking to his idol.
"That's when I got the bug." Ness nodded taking another drink from his flask. "Sometimes you just want to punch through the red tape with a silver bullet. Yeah, hunting sets me free. Isn't that why you hunt?" Ness explained as his looked out of the window. Dean's shoulders dropped as he thought about the answer.
"I used to do it 'cause that's what my family did." Dean answered honestly, his voice just above a whisper.
"Hmm." Ness was listening, he turned to Dean looking confused.
"But they just seem to keep dying. To tell you the truth, I don't know why I'm doing much of anything anymore." Dean admitted looking over to Ness and I felt my heart break a little. He looked so lost and broken in that moment and I honestly had no idea how to help him.
"Boo-hoo. Cry me a river, ya nancy. Tell me, are all hunters as soft as you in the future? Everybody loses everybody. And then one day, boom. Your number's up, but at least you're making a difference. So enjoy it while it lasts, kid, 'cause hunting's the only clarity you're gonna find in this life. And that makes you luckier than most." Ness snapped making both me and Dean sit up straight. He just seemed to cut through everything like Bobby would have done. Dean was lost for words as the pair just looked at each other slightly in shock.
"Um, guys?" I asked getting there attention as a blonde woman walked out of the diner and past Ness.
"Hello, nurse." Ness hummed watching her as she walked down the alley.
"Hey." Dean added as we watched Chronos leave the diner and follow the woman down the alley way. We all got out of the car and walked round to the boot of Ness's car. He opened it and it was full of weapons.
"Sweet merciful awesome." Dean beamed as Ness passed him a shotgun.
"Am I getting a gun this time?" I asked plainly as Ness frowned.
"I really don't want to give you one." He answered before glancing at Dean. "But I'm getting the feeling you won't back down till I do." He added passing me a shotgun too.
"See, we're getting to know each other so well." I smirked sarcastically as Dean rolled his eyes.
"Don't I know it." He huffed as he closed the boot and we followed Chronos down the alley as he started to gain on the woman. We picked up the pace and started to raise our guns when Chronos grabbed the woman, spinning her around and kissing her passionately. Before walking back down the alley together.
"What?" I asked looking at the guys utterly confused.
I sat next to Dean in the front of Ness's car as he talked to some guy. We followed the pair back to a farm house in the middle of no where it felt like. I turned to Dean and rested my head on his shoulder.
"You know this is the most we've talked in months." I admitted as he let out a small sigh.
"Yeah, yeah I know." He answered pulling me closer to his body.
"I hate the fact we can't stop fighting." I admitted pulling out of his hold and turning to look into his green eyes.
"Megan, I want to help you," He brushed some hair behind my ear. "But you gotta talk to me about all this." He added sadly, the hurt burning in his eyes. I knew how worried he was for me, it was all I ever felt from him lately. Hurt, worry, confusion and he felt completely lost. It was killing me just being around him but there was nothing I could do to help him.
"You know, I was about to say the same thing to you." I admitted as he frowned at me. I let out a small sigh chewing my bottom lip before I continued. "Dick, Bobby... everything with Sam. You've shut everyone out. Hell if it wasn't for beer I don't know how you'd even function right now." I admitted and as soon as the words left my mouth I saw the look in his eyes. I had said the wrong thing – again. This was us all over. We just kept saying the wrong things at the wrong times.
"Me?!" He snapped pulling away from me. "I'm shutting everyone out?!" He scoffed shaking his head. The anger was rolling off Dean and I knew I had hit a nerve.
"Dean I-" I started to apologise when Ness walked over to Dean's window and popped his head in.
"Am I interrupting?" Ness asked looking at the pair of us. The way we were sat, the gap between us, it didn't take a genius to realise he'd walked in the middle of something.
"What you got?" Dean sighed looking away from me as Ness gave me a look. He looked concerned, almost upset for a second. I looked out to the house across the field from us and he blew the air out of his cheeks.
"Well, everything's coming up us, kid." Ness beamed at Dean as I just shifted my weight uncomfortably.
"Talk to me." Dean stated as I turned to the pair.
"I am." Ness answered screwing up his face. "The owner of the house, Miss Lila Taylor, age 20, lives alone. Take the car, head back to Ezra, see what she's got. I'm gonna stay here and keep my peepers on the Sheik and the Sheba." Ness explained as he looked at the pair of us.
"I'm staying." I said grabbing two rifles and getting out of the car. I couldn't stay around Dean, I knew it would only cause another argument. I hated fighting with him.
"I really-" Ness started to argue when I tossed him the other rifle.
"I'm staying." I repeated firmly walking away from the car without looking at Dean. I heard Dean drive away as Ness walked over to me. We were hiding behind a shed keeping an eye on the house.
"You are a major pain in my backside." Ness grunted as I glared at him. "Yeah, glare all you want." He added taking a sip from his flask again.
"What do you want, an apology from me?" I bit out as he let out a small chuckle.
"I don't know how Dean handles you." He answered shaking his head. "You really are a firecracker."
"He doesn't handle me." I huffed out arching an eyebrow at Ness.
"I noticed with the tension in the car back there. You two fight often I take it." He added as I pushed myself away from the shed.
"Don't see how it's your business." I huffed turning to face him.
"Seems to me, the pair of you are heading down a bad road." Ness shrugged putting his flask away. "I'm just saying, that's how it started with me and my ex-wife. It's a different tension, a different type of fighting."
"Look, no offence but I don't need relationship advice from you." I butted in as I screwed my face up.
"Fine, but you might want to keep an eye on those arguments." Ness bit back holding his hands up as I let out a heavy sigh.
"Mr. Ness, and one of the hunters, I presume?" Chronos stated appearing from nowhere. He grabbed Ness's rifle hitting Ness in the face and making him stumble backwards dazed.
"Hey!" I cried out taking aim as Chronos flicked his hand out to me, knocking me to the floor and the gun flying out of my hand.
"You know, I stopped by the police station to take care of those hunters who rode me here. I heard you took them out of jail. I thought I might see you again." Chronos barked in Ness's face. Ness head butted Chronos as the pair struggled for the rifle. I got to my feet and grabbed my rifle cocking it so that the pair turned to me.
"Let him go." I said firmly to Chronos. I had no idea if bullets could hurt him, but I was willing to bet it would slow him down a little.
"No." Chronos said plainly as Ness punched him in the face twice, taking him by surprise. He barely left a mark on Chronos, like I expected. In reaction Chronos punched Ness in the mouth twice busting open his lip.
"Stop or I will shoot you." I stated firmly not taking my eyes off of Chronos.
"I don't think you will. I'm the only way for you to get out of here." Chronos said smugly as he punched Ness threw the air past me into the shed. I heard Ness land with a nasty thud.
"Ness? Ness you hear me?" I asked taking a second to glance at Ness. He was out cold. As I looked back Chronos had the rifle and ripped it out of my hands. He wrapped his hands round my throat and started to squeeze.
"You've got a lot of power within you." Chronos said surprised as I started to pry at his hands. I closed my eyes and pulled on my wolf side. I felt my eyes change as Chronos smirked at me. "A werewolf?" He asked confused.
"So much more." I smirked as I started to pry his fingers off my throat.
"Oh no sweetheart, not this time." Chronos patronised as he pulled on some of his strength and gripped my throat tighter than before. I clawed at his fingers as I started to struggle for air. "You might come in handy though, I am still looking for a third sacrifice." He added with a smirk as I started to gasp for air. Chronos was stronger than most of the long forgotten Gods I had fought before. I pried at his hands as my eyes started to form black dots in front of my eyes.
"Bite... me..." I gasped out as I felt the fire burning in my lungs. I knew I couldn't hold on for much longer but I was just praying that Dean got back in time to stop him.
"With pleasure." Chronos chuckled as we both heard someone calling his name.
"Ethan?" The female voice called out as my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Chronos threw my body in the same direction that Ness went. I landed with a thud as everything was surrounded by a dark warm fuzziness. "There you are. Can't take the trash out without the trash, silly." The female voice laughed.
"Sorry, honey. I don't know where I left my head. Be right there." Chronos answered as everything faded to black.
I woke tied up to a chair in a living room, a grandfather clock chimed in another room as I looked around. I groaned as I lifted my head and saw Chronos stood over me looking murderous. I pulled on the ropes but they didn't give at all.
"Where is he?" Chronos bit out glaring at me.
"Who?" I asked shaking the sleep out of my head. I had been beat up by lots of things that go bump in the night but Demi-Gods always packed a punch.
"Ness! Where did he go?!" Chronos snapped glaring at me.
"Chicago?" I joked when Chronos slapped my face. "Seriously you might wanna put more effort into your slaps. You hit like a girl." I teased pulling on the ropes a little.
"Tell me where he is!" Chronos almost screamed in my face.
"I, have no idea, where he is. Understand?" I asked as Chronos let out a growl.
"If you wont help me," Chronos took a rag and put it in my mouth tying it behind my head. "I'll use you as bait instead." He grunted before walking out of the room. I sat there for a few minutes getting my barrings before I started to pull on the ropes. They were tied pretty damn tight, but I started to feel them budge. I must have been sat there for a good twenty minutes slowly loosing the ropes when the doors opened and Dean walked in looking completely lost.
"Megan!" Dean cried out rushing over to me and pulling the gag out of my mouth. "Are you ok? Where's Ness?" He asked looking genuinely worried.
"It's a trap!" I cried out as Dean noticed the movement to his side just as Chronos tackled him to the ground. "Dean!" I screamed out pulling on the ropes as much as I could. The pair got to their feet as Dean punched Chronos with practically no effect. Chronos punched Dean across the room into a chair and stalked over to him. Chronos raised his fist to punch Dean again.
"Ethan!" Lila cried out making all of us pause and turn. She was being held by Ness, his gun pointing at her stomach.
"Let's talk." Ness said calmly as I managed to pull the ropes free.
"Please don't hurt her." Chronos begged holding his hands up in the air. Dean got up and helped pull the ropes off me.
"Ethan, what's happening?" Lila asked terrified, I could feel the fear roll off her in waves.
"Yeah, Ethan. What the hell?" Dean bit in making Chronos glare at the pair of us.
"Lila, I'm sorry, but, you just – everything I said to you is true-" Chronos was completely in love with Lila it was plain to see.
"Oh, he might have left out a few details. He tell you he's a monster who jumps through time?" Dean jumped in making Lila turn pale.
"I'M A GOD!" Chronos snapped at Dean making everyone a little jumpy. Chronos wiped a hand over his face and turned to Lila. "Look, I'm not a monster. Listen. I'm the opposite." He begged her to understand.
"Well, don't forget to tell her about all the people you murdered along the way, boy scout." Ness added as Chronos looked pleading at Lila to ignore the guys.
"What?!" She cried out, the tears forming in her eyes.
"It's not like that. I do it for you, Lila." Chronos said softly, his own eyes welling up as he looked at the woman he loved.
"I don't understand." Lila cried out shaking her head as a tear rolled down her cheek. You could see her heart breaking.
"Well, he's not as strong as he used to be. Isn't that right, Ethan? Now you got to suck people dry. Wild guess – it takes three kills to juice you up." Dean bit out as I watched the rage cross Chronos face.
"Sacrifices. Three sacrifices, and I can control when and where I land. But once I get there, it's never for long before I'm tossed through time again. That's my life, Lila. And all I want is to get back here." He wanted Lila to understand so bad, he didn't care what we thought of him.
"Because you just love the clean Canton air?" Ness butted in as Chronos raged at us again.
"BECAUSE I LOVE HER!" He snapped out, turning to Lila again and lowering his voice. "Because I lived the worst existence you can imagine, and then I found you." Lila was breaking down in front of everyone.
"You really love her." I said just above a whisper as everyone looked at me. "I can... I can feel it." I added as Lila caught her breath.
"I, I, I do." Chronos answered with a small nod before turning to Lila. "I love you." He whispered out.
"After you killed Tyler Crosby and Cathy Porter? Lila here was gonna be victim number three. Am I right? Don't act like you never killed a soul before you met her, pal. Something tells me you used to kill three saps just for a change of scenery." Ness barked not taking his eyes off of Chronos.
"Yes, I did." Chronos admitted taking a step towards Lila and Ness.
"Back down." Ness ordered making sure his gun was still aimed at Lila's stomach.
"I-I used to wander, but now I have you." Chronos was ignoring all of us, he was focused on Lila alone.
"I knew Cathy. She used to come into the diner every day." Lila muttered out shaking her head in total shock as she just looked at Chronos. I noticed Dean pull a stick out of his pocket. I looked at him confused and he simply nodded towards Chronos.
"Lila, please." Chronos begged holding his hands up to her.
"You are a monster." Lila cried out as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
"No, Lila, please!" Chronos begged as Dean nodded for us to move. I nodded as we started to move forward. Chronos turned just in time to see the stick and grab his wrist. I went to punch Chronos in the ribs when back handed me across the room. I fell into a cupboard hard and dropped to the floor. I heard two gun shots and shot my head up as I saw Chronos gripping Dean by the throat.
"DEAN NO!" I cried out scrambling to my feet as a red light started to glow from Chronos's chest.
"No!" Chronos cried out grabbing Dean from behind with an arm around his neck.
"Dean!" I cried out charging at Chronos in hopes of knocking Dean out of his arms. As I ran the light got brighter. My mind raced with the thought that Chronos was using Dean as his last meal before he jumped through time again. I just had to get to Dean and save him.
"Hey, Untouchable!" Ness yelled as I tackled Chronos, everything bursting into an explosion of bright red light. We all landed on the floor with a thud, I saw the stake going flying away from us. I scrambled to get hold of Chronos as I realised just where we were.
"Dean! Megan!" Jody cried out as I saw her rush to Dean's side, I glanced and it looked like he was out cold. Chronos kicked me in the stomach and got to his feet.
"Hey!" Sam cried out rushing over to Chronos. He went to punch Sam but blocked it easierly, sending Sam sprawling across the other side of the room.
"NO!" Chronos screamed at me and Dean as I got to my feet.
"You killed people. She just didn't love you anymore." I admitted watching a tear roll down his cheek as he shook his head at me. Before I had time to react Chronos back handed my face knocking me to the floor next to Dean and Jody. "YOU! Destroyed everything!" Chronos screamed down at us.
"Hey, Chronos?!" Sam yelled making Chronos turn towards Sam. "Was that the best you got?" Sam asked stabbing Chronos with the stake instantly making light pulse through his body and flicker up his neck. Chronos dropped to his knees as he looked up at Sam, the blood dripping from his mouth.
"You want to know your future? I know your future." Chronos cried out, glancing at me and Dean. "It's covered in thick black ooze." He chuckled as Dean turned to Sam, Chronos looking me dead in the eyes. "It's everywhere." He added before looking back to Sam. "They're everywhere." He laughed choking on the blood a little. "Enjoy oblivion." He finished before falling dead on the floor.
We cleaned up the body, said our thanks to Jody for helping out and Sam went to crash in the only nice room within the whole house. We hadn't gotten the chance to change and I was really looking forward to getting out of the dress and heels. They were just not my style. I knew Dean was already getting changed in the living room because I could hear him shuffling around and humming to himself. I was washing the last of the blood off my hands in the kitchen when I heard some old swing music softly coming from the living room.
"What the?" I asked aloud as I followed the music and saw Dean stood there in his suit pants, crisp white shirt, tie and waist coat. He still had his hair jelled to the side and gave me a warm smile as I walked in. He looked perfect, damn near the greatest creature in creation.
"Dance?" He asked holding his hand out to me. The smile burst onto my lips as I walked over and instantly took his hand. Dean wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him as we swayed around the crappy living room, the torch lights the only things lighting up the room.
"I knew you could be romantic." I teased as he span me around mid dance.
"I have my moments." He smirked pulling me close to him. I rested my head on his chest and listened to his heart beat. It was the one sound in the world I lived for. I loved how calm and constant it was. To me, it was the perfect music. I let out a content sigh as I closed my eyes. Everything was perfect in that moment.
I started to feel myself relax in his arms and that's when it happened. Flashes of Purgatory hit me. Images of the darkness wrapping around my ankles, my wrists, gripping me down as all around me they crept along my skin.
"SHIT!" I cried out stumbling backwards out of Dean's arms and nearly falling over my feet. My heart was racing as I looked around the dimly lit room to make sure I was safe.
"Megan?" Dean asked utterly confused as he took a step forward. On instinct I took a step back and felt a wave of hurt roll off Dean. "What just happened?" Dean asked softly, holding his hand out to me.
"I'm, I'm, I'm sorry, I didn't I-" I stumbled over my words as I saw Deans hand out to me. "I can't do this. I can't, I can't relax." I mumbled shaking my head.
"What?! Why?" Dean cried out running a hand over his hair. "Just talk to me! Please?!" Dean snapped as I met his perfect green eyes. I felt myself well up as I knew I just could explain Purgatory to him.
"I can't..." I sighed out as a tear rolled down my cheek.
"No! No you just don't want to!" Dean snapped his rage quickly taking over any other emotion he was feeling. "You want me to open up to you! But, but you wont tell me anything! You won't tell me about Purgatory! You don't tell me why you wake up in the middle of the night shaking and muffling screams! You don't talk to me anymore Megan! And I-" Dean blew the air out of his cheeks. "I can't keep doing this..." He added softly looking to the floor as more tears rolled down my cheeks. "I can't keep watching you in this much pain..."
"Dean... I, I feel the same about you... I just," I paused as he looked straight into my eyes. Something was changing between us. Ness was right, he had seen it coming. These fights, they were different to any we had before. "Dean-" I felt the tear roll down my cheek as Dean looked away.
"I need some air. I'll be back later." Dean huffed turning and walking out of the room. I wanted to chase after him, get him to come back, hell make him talk to me. But I didn't. I just stood there in complete silence as the tears fell. Ness was right, this was different, and I didn't know how to fight it, how to make it right.