Mace [sighed]. "But, we need to get you a disguise before we go anywhere else."

"A disguise?"

"Well we can't have you wandering around here when you're supposed to be dead, now can we?"

Dean groaned. "I guess not."

Dean didn't know how, but together, Mace and Indigio managed to disguise him. They told him that he looked like himself only to them, but to everyone else, he looked like a twenty year old African American man.

"How…on earth did you manage this?" Dean asked, still not completely convinced he was hidden from everybody.

"Just a simple spell. I altered all the human's and angel's memories a little," Mace explained, tossing the ingredients they had used into the trashcan. "To them, you've been here for a few days and are an old friend of mine. Unfortunately, your disguise won't hold with the demons. So if the Queen orders a confrontation—"

"And she will," interrupted Indigio.

Mace nodded, but otherwise didn't acknowledge the interruption. "You will have to stay near the middle of my group. She'll surely call Bartholomew to the fronts as well and I don't have control over his men."

"You mean that bastard's still alive?" Dean huffed, not happy.

Indigio and Mace looked grim.

The red headed boy pointed at the map, his finger directing Dean's gaze to the circle around Kentucky. "That's where his army is. We're Kansas, and the Queen is in Pontiac, Illinois."

"Are you ever going to tell me who 'The Queen' is?"

"Hopefully not," answered Mace. "I don't want you to try and change our past, your future. It never works anyways."

Dean had a guess as to who the 'Queen' was, and he really hoped it wasn't who he thought it was. If he had to be killed by her, he wasn't looking forward to it. He'd take the hellhounds over her any day.

"Anyways, we should probably give you a tour of the Compound." Mace's voice brought Dean out of his imagination where he was visualizing stabbing his pictured Queen in the face, much like he'd done with the bastard angel Zachariah.

"Whatever you say, Boss," said Dean. Mace looked like she didn't like the nickname, but he didn't care.

He didn't even pay attention on the tour. He figured he wouldn't be allowed to leave her side anyways, so why bother learning the grounds?

Dean was right about that, anyways. In every room they went to, Mace introduced him as 'Mikael,' a hunter from her past. She told people that if they see him and either her or Indigio aren't around, that they were to make sure that 'Mikael' stayed put; he wasn't allowed to wander the Compound on his own.

He didn't really care about that. He knew that all the action would be surrounding the person in charge, and that person was Maecyn.

The only place that made Dean exit the world of his imagination was the garage. Especially one vehicle that was inside: a shiny, sleek '67 Chevy Impala. His Impala.

Dean stepped towards his beloved Baby up Mace grabbed his arm.

"She isn't yours anymore," she said, holding a set of keys in her other hand. "She's mine."

Dean grumbled. He was twenty years into the future. He and his brother were dead. The world was in an all-out war. And his car was being manned by some teenager.

He wanted gone.


Ohmygod. Ohmygod. Ohmygod. I'm so sorry. It's been forever since I've updated and I apologize!

This chapter was kind of everywhere and that's probably because I wrote half of it in my writing class at college. (Whoops, lol).

I don't know if you guys are 'struggling' on pronouncing Indigio, but here's how it's said in my head: Inn-dee-gee-oh.

Hopefully next chapter, I'll get in some background on Maecyn and Indigio and the "War of Worlds" but I can make no promise on when that will be up.

Thanks to all of you who have read so far!

I love you!

Kisses,

Rachel