A/N Sorry. I wasn't really expecting that many people to read this story, but now I'm stuck with this weird ending because it's just where I apparently wanted to go with the whole thing. Sorry to anybody who is disappointed.
"What happened? Where are we?" Joe asked.
"Shut up," the demon said.
Sam was wondering why it hadn't killed them yet. He didn't really think it would be a good idea to ask, though. "What do you want from us?" he decided on instead.
"I'm confused about you," the demon admitted. "I can smell my blood in you. But you're too old to be one of mine."
Too old? Sam thought. That was an understatement considering he shouldn't have been born yet. But then he remembered something about the demon saying that there were other generations. "Why did you do it? Give babies your blood?"
"How are you one of them?" the demon countered
Joe just listened. Why were they talking about blood? How had they gotten here, wherever here was?
Sam wasn't going to tell the demon he was from the future. So, he didn't tell him anything.
"You asked what I wanted from you," the demon reminded Sam. "I want answers from you and I brought the other guy along so you would cooperate. Or should I just kill him?"
"If you dripped blood into my mouth you ought to know why. I don't know what you expect from me."
"The first time I did it was 10 years ago. You're clearly older than 10. Explain." He held out his hand towards Joe and Joe doubled over in pain.
"OK," Sam yelled. When he had had his vision the day before, some memories of Hell had crawled in with it. He couldn't stand to see anyone in pain after remembering just a bit of Hell. "Stop and I'll tell you."
The demon released Joe who fell to the floor gasping for air.
"Tell me or I'll do it again," the demon said.
"I'm from the future. I was born in 1983."
Joe rolled his eyes. He didn't know who either of these guys were or what the yellow-eyed man was. He couldn't be human. But he knew nobody was going to believe that crazy story.
"Really?" the demon asked. "There's only one thing I know of that has the juice for that. You're running around with demon blood and you have an angel pal?"
"Actually, yes," Sam said, knowing how absurd that sounded.
"Demon?" Joe asked.
"Who's he?" the demon asked.
"Just some guy we ran in to yesterday. Just let him go."
"Not yet. Why did your angel send you back here?" The demon shuddered when he uttered the word angel. Was there anything worse?
"To get the gun," Sam lied.
Joe yelled out in pain as the demon worked his magic on him again.
"Little known fact, demons are great lie detectors," the demon said. "Try again."
The door flew open and Dean and Adam came in blasting salt from their shotguns into the demon. "I'll be back," he said and disappeared.
"JOE!" Adam yelled as he ran to his brother and dropped next to him on the floor. "Are you OK?"
"I guess so. He said he was a demon, Adam."
"I know. Dean told me."
"Are you really from the future?" Joe asked.
"What?" Dean hadn't told Adam that.
"Afraid so," Dean confirmed.
"What's it like?" Adam asked. He bet people were so much more civilized and educated in the future.
"Faster."
"Look, I don't mean to be rude, but that demon is going to be back and you two should be long gone when it does," Sam said.
"We can't just leave you to fight it on your own," Adam said. Pa had always said that when a friend was in trouble, you had to help.
"Millicent," Sam said.
"What?" Dean asked.
"It's getting late. The demon's going after Millicent's baby tonight," Sam reminded him.
"OK. Let's go," Dean said. He wasn't sure how they were going to stop the demon without the Colt. In reality salt rounds only did so much. The only reason the demon hadn't popped right back was probably because he had to go to Millicent's.
Dean and Adam had brought a couple of extra horses with them and they all mounted and galloped off towards their destination.
"How did you find us anyway?" Sam yelled above the sound of thundering hooves.
"Demon was possessing a local. We asked a couple of people and found out where he lived."
"There's her house," Sam said and they all pulled up.
"How are we going to know it's here?" Sam asked. "There won't be any flickering lights or staticy radio."
"What's a radio?" Joe asked.
"Not important."
They heard a woman scream from inside the small house.
"That's a clue," Dean said, as he quickly dismounted. "You two wait here," he instructed Adam and Joe as he and Sam ran towards the house. Dean signaled to Sam to go in the front door while he went around back to climb in a window.
"How are you going to stop me without your little gun?" the demon taunted.
"With this," Dean replied as he plunged Ruby's knife through the demon's throat.
The demon flashed red. Sam realized they hadn't killed any demons with the knife lately. He kind of missed the light show.
The demon plopped over dead. Then Sam and Dean were no longer in the 19th century house. They were sitting at a dinner table. Sam looked down to see that he was wearing different clothes and looked up to see Dean and their parents. Jessica was sitting next to him. Sam did a double-take at the woman next to Dean. And there were three children at the table, too. Sam shot a look at Dean and noticed that Dean was looking back at him with probably the same expression on his face.
"What's wrong with you two?" Mary asked.
"Um," Dean said.
"Dean and I need to talk outside for a second," Sam said and sprang from his chair. Dean followed just as quickly.
"What's going on?" Dean asked.
"I think maybe that when we killed the demon, we stopped everything," Sam said.
"What do you mean everything?"
"I mean everything. The demon never dripped blood into kids' mouths. There was never a psychic kid show down. Devil's gate never popped. Lucifer never rose. No Apocalypse. Mom and Dad never died. Jess never died. We got married and had kids."
"Who's that chick sitting next to me? She looks vaguely familiar."
"That's Ava."
"Ava, killed all the psychic kids, Ava?"
"That's her."
Jessica came out with two of the kids. A boy and a girl. "Come on, Sam. We need to get home. Your big trial starts tomorrow, remember?"
"I guess," Sam said. "See you later," he said to Dean. Right now all he wanted was to spend some time with Jess—and find out his kids' names.
Dean went back into the house. "What were you two talking about?" John asked.
"Nothing," Dean said.
"So, when are you guys heading out tomorrow?" Mary asked.
"Um," Dean said.
"We should probably get an early start. It's a long drive to Colorado," Ava responded.
"Colorado?"
"Yeah, daddy, that's where we live. Duh." Dean looked down to see a five year old version of himself.
"I know," he lied.
"That's what you get for naming your son after your father," Mary said good-naturedly.
Dean was glad that they had stopped everything, but he was a little disappointed. He was married and had a kid which was great. But it wasn't Lisa and Ben. Sam clearly lived here and he lived in Colorado. But that was probably all a small price to pay.
SSS
Adam and Joe were driving the cattle back to the ranch with the hands they had hired.
"Just once it would be nice if something exciting happened on one of these cattle buys," Joe said.
"Yeah, this trip was kind of mundane," Adam agreed.
SSS
"I don't understand," Anna said. "They went back in time and killed the demon. That meant that nothing had ever happened so they didn't go back in time so they were back in the future. So, in that case how could they have killed the demon? And why do they remember anything when none of the other people do?"
"That's why we don't normally allow time travel," Castiel answered. "Just be glad you're alive.
The End
