The End
The hunters found a nice hotel room. It seemed more like a somewhat decent apartment with a full fridge, counter, sink. Dean was on the phone with Cas. Cas informed him that the demons have possession over the Colt, one in particular.
"Where are you now," Cas asked.
"Kansas City. Century Hotel, room 113."
"I'll be there immediately."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, come on, man. I just drove like sixteen hours straight, okay? We're human. And there's stuff we got to do."
"What stuff?"
"Eat, for example. In this case, sleep. We just need like four hours once in a while, okay?" Sam and Genna had already passed out on one of the beds.
"Yes."
"Okay, so, you can pop in tomorrow morning."
"Yes. I'll just-" Dean hung up and Castiel heard a dial tone.
"-wait here, then." Castiel stood on the side of a road.
Sam's phone vibrated; he answered it.
"Cas, we need to sleep," he said, still half asleep.
"Sam, its me," Sam became wide awake.
"Addie? It's quarter past four. Is everything okay?"
"It's important." Sam got up, put on his jacket and went outside.
"So...I'm his vessel? Lucifer's vessel? And you're...his secret weapon?"
"That's what he said," she said while driving a car she found.
"Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in, huh?"
"So, that's it? That's your response?"
"What are you looking for?"
"I don't know. A-A little panic? Maybe?"
"I guess I'm a little numb to the earth-shattering revelations at this point."
"Yeah. I wish I was," she said with a light laugh, "So, what are we gonna do about it?"
"What do you want to do about it?"
"I want back in, for starters."
"Addie-"
"I mean it. I'm sick of being the occasional puppet to these dicks. I want to help hunt him down, Sam."
"Oh, so, we're back to revenge, then, are we? Yeah, because the last time you ran off angry worked out so well last time."
"Sam, you don't know what happened. That's not fair."
"You're right. I'm sorry."
"Look, Sam, I can do this. We can. I'm gonna prove it to you." Sam closed his eyes and sighed.
"Look, Addie- it doesn't matter...whatever we do. I mean, it turns out that you and me, we're the, uh, the gun and ammo of the Armageddon."
"It doesn't have to be like this. We can fight it."
"Yeah, you're right. We can, but not together. We're not stronger when we're together, Addie. I think we're weaker. Because whatever we have between us – love, friendship, whatever it is – they are going to find a way to use it against us. And you know that. Yeah, we're better off apart. We got a better chance of dodging Lucifer and Michael and this whole damn thing...if we just go our own ways."
"Sam, don't do this."
"Bye, Addie." Sam hung up. It took every part of him to say those words, and he didn't want to. But as Adonia thought she was a danger to them, Sam thought he was dangerous to them as well. Knowing that he's Lucifer's vessel, he didn't want Adonia to get in harm's way. If they're together, it'll only make it easier for Lucifer to get exactly what he wants. His suit and armor.
It's daytime. The nightstand clock is smashed. Dean and Genna are lying on the springs of the hotel bed; the mattress is gone. Genna got up and looked around; the entire room was trashed. Not just trashed, but falling apart like it's been that way for years. Dean got up in awe. When the looked out the window, the city was trashed too. They looked at each other in shock. Sam was nowhere to be found. Without saying a word to each other still, they got up and walked outside. They walked the streets. Cars were crashed, rusted. Debris and furniture were thrown in the streets. Genna scoffed at a sign on the theatre that said Closed for Renovations.
"Some renovations these are." Glass shattered. It caught their attention and they followed it. There was a little girl with a teddy bear in the middle of a back alley. She was covered in dirt.
"Little girl," Dean called, "Little girl?" She just sat there playing with glass, crying softly.
"Are you hurt," Genna asked.
"You know, the not-talking-thing is kind of creepy, right," Dean said jokingly. A string of blood dripped from her mouth. She turned around and tried to attack them with a large piece of class. Dean punched her and luckily, she fell into a old cushions. Genna gave him a look.
"Seriously? Punching little girls now?" He shrugged with frustration. He grabbed his side in pain where the little girl had nicked him.
"Well, talking to her was clearing out of the question." Dean looked down the alley and saw red spray paint on a wall that spelled out Croatoan. He pointed to out to Genna.
"Oh great." Just then a group of men turned around the corner, seeming like that knew they were back there. They made a run for it and they ran fast. They farther they ran, the more people showed up, until they came to a fence. Suddenly, gunfire struck. Dean and Genna ducked. It was an army tank with some soldiers shooting without any hesitation or intention of stopping. They even played "Do You Love Me" by The Contours over a PA system. Dean and Genna crawled away from the scene and ran around the corner.
It was night. Still on the run. Dean started digging out some dirt from the foot of a fence so he could try to pull it out to get through. Genna crawled through after him. They brushed themselves off and looked around. Genna pointed out a sign.
"Dean..." It read, "Croatoan Virus Hot Zone. No Entry: by the order of acting regional command. August 1st 2014, Kansas City".
"August 1, 2014," Dean mumbled. They just hoped they were actually on the safer side of that fence. They had been running all day and it finally grew quiet. Dean hot-wired a car and they went on their way. They checked their phones for service, but there was nothing. Not even on the radio, just static.
"That's never a good sign," Dean commented.
"Dean, what the hell is going on? Where's Cas and Sam?"
"I wish I knew."
"'Croatoan Pandemic Reaches Australia,'" Zachariah read from the backseat. They jumped.
"I thought I smelled your stink on this Back to the Future shit," Genna scoffed.
"'President Palin defends bombing of Houston.' Certainly a buyer's market in real estate. Let's see what's happening in sports. That's right—no more sports. Congress revoked the right to group assembly. What's left of Congress, that is. Hardly a quorum, if you ask me."
"How did you find us," Dean asked.
"Afraid we had to tap some unorthodox resources of late—human informants. We've been making inspirational visits to the fringier Christian groups. They've been given your image, told to keep an eye out."
"The Bible freak outside the motel-he, what, dropped a dime on me?"
"Onward, Christian soldiers."
"Okay, well, good, great. You have had your jollies. Now send us back, you son of a bitch."
"Oh, you'll get back- all in good time. We want you to marinate a bit."
"Marinate," Genna questioned.
"Three days. Three days to see where this course of action takes you."
"What's that supposed to mean," Dean asked.
"It means that your choices have consequences. This is what happens to the world if you continue to say 'no' to Michael. Have a little look-see." He vanished.
"Have I ever mentioned how much I hate him," Genna said. Dean scoffed.
They checked Bobby's house, but there was no sign of him. It was trashed as well. Even Bobby's wheelchair was on its side with bullet holes and blood. Dean and Genna panicked. Dean pulled out John's journal from a secret hiding place in the fireplace. He found a photo of Bobby with Castiel, with three unidentified men, and a sign. Camp Chitaqua.
Dean and Genna approached the sign that read, Camp Chitaqua. Two men walked by with guns on the other side of the chained fence. Dean saw his Impala. It wasn't in the best condition.
"Baby, no." Genna rolled her eyes. They approached it to get a better look. It was smashed up and rusted as well.
"Oh, no, baby, what did they do to you?" Dean and Genna heard something. They could barely turn around before being knocked out by another Dean, the 2014 version. He wore a military-issued green jacket instead of the blue one present Dean as wearing.
When they woke up, they each had one wrist handcuffed to a pipe. They jumped in shock when they saw future Dean with a shotgun before them.
"What the hell," Present Dean asked.
"I should be asking that question, don't you think? In fact, why don't you give me one good reason why I shouldn't gank you both right here and now?"
"Because you'd only be hurting yourself," Present Dean said jokingly, but also nervous that a shotgun was being pointed at him.
"Very funny."
"Look, we're not shapeshifters or demons or anything, okay," Genna pleaded.
"Yeah, I know. I did the drill while you were out. Silver, salt, holy water-nothing. But you know what was funny? Was that you had every hidden lockpick, box cutter, and switchblade that I carry. Now, you want to explain that? Oh, and the, uh, resemblance, while you're at it?"
"Zachariah," Present Dean said. Future Dean stood.
"Come again?"
"I'm you from the tail end of 2009. Zach plucked us from bed and threw us five years into the future."
"Where is he? I want to talk to him."
"I don't know."
"Oh, you don't know."
"No, we don't know. Look, We just want to get back to our own year."
"Okay. If you're me and you're...her, then tell me something only I would know." Dean thought, then smirked. Future Dean knelt down in front of them.
"Rhonda Hurley. We were, uh, nineteen. She made us try on her panties. They were pink and satiny. And you know what? We kind of like it." Future Dean looked at Genna.
"There's only one thing that's a secret between us," present Dean looked at her, confused, "We slept together the night before Cas and Uriel were going to kill me."
"Touché," he stood and walked away from them, "So, what, Zach zapped you up here to see how bad it gets?"
"I guess. Croatoan virus, right? That's their endgame," Present Dean asked.
"It's efficient, it's incurable, and it's scary as hell. Turns people into monsters. Started hitting the major cities about two years ago. World really went in the crapper after that."
"What about Sam and Addie," Genna asked. Future Sam went still.
"Heavyweight showdown in Detroit. From what I understand, Sam didn't make it. Addie, she, uh, died a year ago."
"Wait, you weren't with him," Present Dean interrupted.
"No. No, me and Sam, we haven't talk in – hell, five years."
"You never tried to find him?"
"We had other people to worry about. He took off after Addie and now they're gone." Future Dean headed for the door.
"And what about me? You can't even look me straight in the eyes. What happened?"
"I don't know."
"What do you mean, 'you don't know'?"
"I mean, you got the virus and took off. We looked everywhere for you. You never showed up. So, we stopped looking and pegged you off as dead." Future Dean grabbed his bag of weapons and headed for the door.
"Where are you going," Genna asked, upset.
"I got to run an errand."
"You're just gonna leave us here?"
"Yes. I got a camp full of twitchy trauma survivors out there with an apocalypse hanging over their head. The last thing they need to see is a version of The Parent Trap. So, yeah, you stay locked down."
"Okay. Alright. Fine. But you don't have to cuff us, man. Oh, come on. You don't trust yourself?"
"No. Absolutely not." Future Dean left.
"Dick," Genna commented. She pried a nail out of the floorboards and used it to remove the handcuffs.
Genna and Dean left dull red painted cabin and it was day; a cloudy, muggy day.
"Hey, Dean. You got a second," Chuck asked, coming around the corner. Genna quickly hid on the side of the house. Dean stood there entirely lost.
"No. Yes. Uh...I-I guess. Hi Chuck."
"Hi," Chuck looked down at a clipboard, "So, uh, listen, we're pretty good on canned goods for now, but we're down to next to nothing on perishables and—and hygiene supplies. People are not gonna be happy about this. So, what do you think we should do?"
"I-I don't know. Maybe, uh, share? You know, like at a kibbutz?"
"Wait a minute. Aren't you supposed to be out on a mission right now?"
"Absolutely and I will be."
"Uh oh," Chuck said looking behind Dean. A woman came up and tried to punch him, but he ducked.
"Whoa! Geez! Easy lady!" Dean took cover behind Chuck.
"Risa," Chuck said over his shoulder.
"Risa."
"You spent the night in Jane's cabin last night, didn't you?"
"Uh, what? I- I don't- Did I?" Chuck shook his head "yes".
"I thought we had a 'connection'."
"Well, I'm sure that we do."
"Yeah?"
"Hi, Risa," Chuck said as she walked past them.
"Screw you."
"Oh, jeez. I'm getting busted for stuff I haven't even done yet."
"What?"
"Uh, nevermind. Hey, Chuck, is...Cas still here?"
"Yeah. I don't think Cas is going anywhere."
When all was clear, Dean and Genna went to another cabin to find Cas. Genna found herself nervous and excited. All anger aside when you're boosted five years into the future. They came up to a beaded string decoration in place of a door. There was tranquil, tribal music playing. Dean raised an eyebrow and looked at Genna. She shrugged.
"So, in this way," it was Cas' voice, "We're each a fragment of total perception—just, uh, one compartment in that dragonfly eye of group mind. Now, the key to this total, shared perception—it's, um, it's surprisingly physical." They slowly walked in, Dean first. Cas sat on the floor in a circle with several women. They were listening to him very attentively.
"Oh," Cas said as he saw Dean, "Excuse me, ladies. I think I need to confer with our fearless leader for a minute. Why not go get washed up for the orgy?" Cas stood. He was out of his usual attire. He grew a beard, his hair unkept, and his clothes baggy and casual. Genna watched as all the girls left.
"What are you, a hippie," Dean asked. Cas stretched with his back towards the door. Genna's anger was starting to emerge again, but she realized it wasn't exactly anger. It was something else.
"I thought you'd gotten over trying to label me," Cas said like a whiny teenager.
"Cas, we got to talk." Cas now faced him.
"Whoa. Strange."
"What?"
"You...are not you. Not now you, anyway."
"No! Yeah. Yes, exactly."
"What year are you from?"
"2009."
"Who did this to you? Is it Zachariah?"
"Who else would it have been? You wouldn't be so cruel." Cas' eyes grew wide.
"Genna..." Genna scoffed.
"Oh, right. You probably haven't seen me in a while." Cas ignored her. He came up to her and kissed her without hesitation. Dean looked at them, surprised. Genna raised her hands to pull him away, but he kept kissing her as if she wouldn't care. Her hands slowly dropped and she started kissing him back. He pulled away and looked at her with a smile.
"Uh, good to see you too, Cas," Genna said with a nervous laugh. Her anger subsided.
"Well, this is awkward," Dean said. Cas looked at Dean, then back at Genna.
"Wait. We're not," he pointed to the two of them and looked back Dean, then Genna again.
"Oh. I'm sorry. I thought- nevermind." Genna grabbed his hand.
"No, don't be. I've been waiting for that for years." Cas looked at her with a sweet smile.
"I know. You've told me before." Genna gave him a look.
"Wait. Are we- Were we?"
"I hate to cut this short, but why don't you strap on your angel wings and fly us back to our page on the calender?"
"I wish I could just, uh, strap on my wings, but I'm sorry, no dice," Cas said with giggles in between.
"What, are you stoned," Dean asked.
"Uh, generally, yeah," he said, somewhat seriously.
"What happened to you," Genna asked.
"Life." They heard the sounds of cars driving down the gravel. They walked out of the cabin to see Future Dean and his men jumping out of the cars. They began walking down to talk to him. Future Dean handed one of his men a beer, then after taking a big sip, cocked his gun and shot him.
"Hey, out," Present Dean tried to warn, but it was too late. The other men saw Dean and Genna standing there and they were very confused. Cas stood in the back nonchalantly.
"Dammit," Future Dean said under his breath. He turned to his men.
"I'm not gonna lie to you. Me and him- It's a pretty messed up situation we got going. But believe me, when you need to know something, you will know it. Until then, we all have work to do." Future Dean's voice was stern. Future Dean gave Present Dean a look and began walking away. Genna shrugged at Present Dean, but he followed. She took a step to follow as well.
"Wait. Can we, uh, can we talk," Cas asked. Genna nodded. They went back up to the cabin since it was the safest place to go. Genna looked around the cabin. There were so many candles, but it had a different odor she couldn't lay her finger on.
"So, did you do it," she asked.
"Fall? Yes, but not exactly willingly. The more I rebelled, more of my abilities disappeared until there was nothing." Genna nodded.
"What about Jimmy?"
"He's gone." There was silence.
"Nice place in the woods," Genna said randomly to strike up a conversation.
"Genna, I'm sorry about earlier. I just- I missed you. I wasn't thinking." She laughed lightly.
"Isn't that what I've been telling you all these years? To stop thinking?" Cas laughed.
"Yeah," he looked down, then back at her, "Just don't give up on me." She looked at him.
"Why did you give up on me? I don't exactly know the full story, but Dean said everyone wrote me off as dead. And if you're hosting orgies these days, you must be doing just fine," she said with a laugh.
"You've been gone for two years. Dean and I looked harder than anyone. Day in and day out. We had to keep moving. The cities were being flooded with Croats. We didn't want to, but we had to. For Addie's sake."
"Addie? She died a year ago. Was she sick?"
"Not that Addie..." Right on cue, a little girl with auburn hair ran into the cabin.
"Daddy, come outside with me. I made you something." Genna's heart skipped a beat.
"Not right now, Addie. I'll be out there in a minute, sweetheart," he said kindly to the little girl. She nodded happily and stopped next to Genna. She had blue eyes and freckles much like Genna's. Whenever the sun hit her hair, you could see a red glow, but it looked brown in the shade. Addie waved and ran out the cabin. Genna slowly turned back to Cas.
"Please tell me that Addie had a little girl and was selfish enough to name her after herself and you kindly took her in since Sam left." Cas shook his head "no".
"She's ours," he paused, "after you went missing, Adonia already had a child of her own, but lived in a house away from the chaos. I didn't know what to do, so Dean took us to see her and we left our daughter there. I didn't want her to be around this everyday. It was going well for a year, then we got a call from Adonia, panicking. Luckily, Addie was in daycare, but when we got to the house, we found Adonia and her daughter in the living room, dead. We picked up Addie and kept driving. It was our only option. It's been hard, but everyone pitches in to help take care of her." Genna was speechless, near to tears. She sat down in a chair by the door and looked outside to see her daughter running around, catching bugs. She stood back up in front of the door.
"How old is she?"
"Just turned three." Genna nodded. She wiped a tear and left the cabin.
A few people gathered later that day. Future Dean found the Colt.
"So, is that it? That's the Colt," Risa asked.
"If anything can kill Lucifer, this is it," Future Dean said.
"Great. Have we got anything that can find Lucifer?"
"Are you okay," Future Dean asked her.
"Oh, we were in, uh, Jane's cabin last night. And, apparently, we and...Risa have a connection," Present Dean clarified.
"You want to shut up?" Present Dean raised his hands in surrender. Cas laughed. He glanced over at Genna, but she was sitting by the window, just staring into the night sky. He frowned.
"We don't have to find Lucifer. We know where he is. The demon that we caught last week, he was one of the big guy's entourage. He knew," Future Dean continued.
"So, a demon tells you where Satan's gonna be, and you just believe it," Risa asked.
"Oh, trust me, he wasn't lying."
"And you know this how?"
"Our fearless leader, I'm afraid, is all too well schooled in the art of getting to the truth," Cas explained. He sat at the table with his feet propped up.
"Torture? Oh, so, we're-we're torturing again."
"No, that's-that's good. Classy," Present Dean said after a look had been given to him by his future self. Cas laughed and Future Dean shot him a look.
"What? I like past you." Future Dean rolled his eyes.
"Lucifer is here. Now. I know the block and I know the building."
"Oh, good- it's right in the middle of a hot zone," Cas pointed out.
"Crawling with Croats, yeah. You saying my plan is reckless?"
"Are you saying we, uh, walk in straight up the driveway, past all the demons and the Croats, and we shoot the devil," Cas asked.
"Yes."
"Okay, if you don't like, uh, 'reckless', I could use 'insouciant', maybe."
"Are you coming?" Cas sighed.
"Of course. But why is he? I mean, he's you five years ago. If something happens to him, you're gone, right?"
"He's coming."
"So am I," Genna said, now standing.
"I don't think that's a good idea," Cas said.
"What do you say we get loaded and hit the road by midnight," Genna asked Future Dean.
"Already planning on it," he said. Genna walked out the cabin.
"Does she know," Future Dean asked Cas. Cas stood.
"Yeah. She knows everything," he walked out to get ready. Risa followed.
"Why are you taking me," Present Dean asked.
"Relax. You'll be fine. Zach's looking after you, right?"
"No, that's not what I mean. I want to know what's going on."
"Yeah, okay. You're coming because I want you to see something. I want you to see our brother."
"Sam? I thought he was dead."
"Sam didn't die in Detroit. He said 'yes'."
"'Yes'?" There was silence.
"Wait. You mean-"
"That's right. The big 'yes'. To the devil. Lucifer's wearing him to the prom."
"Why would he do that?"
"Wish I knew. But now we don't have a choice. It's in him, and it's not getting out. And we've got to kill him, Dean. And you need to see it- the whole damn thing, how bad it gets- so you can do it different."
"What do you mean?"
"Zach said he was gonna bring you back, right? To oh-nine?"
"Yeah."
"Well, when you get back home- you say 'yes'. You hear me? Say 'yes' to Michael."
"That's crazy. If I let him in, then Michael fights the devil. The battle's gonna torch half the planet."
"Look around you, man. Half the planet's better than no planet, which is what we have now. All that we've lost. Hell, Addie and Sam had a kid. A damn kid and now they're both dead because of that bastard. He butchered them and Sam watched the whole damn thing. If I could do it over again, I'd say 'yes' in a heartbeat to keep that from happening."
"So why don't you now?"
"I've tried! I've shouted 'yes' til I was blue in the face! The angels aren't listening! They just-left-gave up! It's too late for me, but for you-"
"Oh, no. There's got to be another way."
"Yeah, that's what I thought. I was cocky. Never actually thought I'd lose. But I was wrong, Dean. I was wrong. I'm begging you. Say 'yes'," there was a pause, "But you won't. 'Cause I didn't. Because that's just not us, is it?"
They hit the road. Cas drove the jeep, Present Dean road shotgun and Genna sat in the back. Cas grabbed some pills and popped a few in his mouth. Present Dean gave him a look.
"Let me see those."
"You want some?"
"Amphetamines?"
"It's the perfect antidote to that absinthe."
"Mmm. Don't get me wrong, Cas. I, uh, I'm happy that the stick is out of your ass, but-what's going on-w-with the drugs and the orgies and the love-guru crap?" Cas looked in the rearview mirror at Genna.
"Dean, I'm not an angel anymore."
"What?"
"Yeah, I went mortal."
"What do you mean? How?"
"I think it had something to do with the other angels leaving. But when they bailed, my mojo just kind of- Psshew!-drained away. And now, you know, I'm practically human. I mean, Dean, I'm all but useless. Last year, broke my foot, laid up for two months. Can't even be a good father with a fixed foot."
"Wait. A good father?" Dean looked at Genna, who just looked down at her hands. After a pause, Genna looked at Dean with disappointed eyes.
"Wow..."
"Yeah," Genna replied.
When they arrived in town, it was daytime. Present Dean and Genna almost forgot how awful the city looked these days. Everyone walked the street in a cluster with shotguns and rifles ready in hand. They came across a fenced building. Jefferson County Sanitarium.
"There. Second floor window. We go in there," Future Dean said, handing his binoculars to Cas.
"You sure about this," Risa asked.
"They'll never see us coming. Trust me. Now, weapons check. We're on the move in five."
"Hey, uh, Future...Dean. Can we talk to you for a sec," Genna asked. Future and Present Dean follow her to the side.
"Tell me what's going on."
"What," Future Dean asked.
"I know you. You're lying to these people and to us."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah. See, I know your lying expressions. Now, there's something you're not telling us."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Oh, really? Well, I don't seem to be the only member of you group with some questions, so, maybe I'll just take my doubts over to them." She acted as if she was going to leave.
"Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait."
"What?"
"Take a look around you, Gen. This place should be white-hot with Croats. Where are they?"
"They cleared a path for us. Which means that this is-"
"A trap. Exactly."
"Well, then we can't go through the front."
"Oh, we're not. They are. They're the decoys. You, me, and past me, we're going in through the back."
"You mean you're gonna feed your friends into a meat grinder? Cas, too? You want to use their deaths as a diversion," Present Dean asked. Future Dean looked away.
"Oh, man, something is broken in you. You're making decisions that I would never make. I wouldn't sacrifice my friends," Dean said.
"You're right. You wouldn't. It's one of the main reasons we're in this mess, actually."
"These people count on you. They trust you," Genna said, trying to understand.
"They trust me to kill the devil and to save the world and that's exactly what I'm gonna do."
"No. Not like this, you're not. I'm not gonna let you," Present Dean said.
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah." Future Dean knocked out Dean and Genna.
They woke up on the ground. They heard gunfire in the building and ran towards it. They heard thunder crashing and ran towards the sound to look for Future Dean. They came to an area to find him on the ground, neck held down by someone's white shoe. Future Dean opened his eyes and saw them. The person shifted his weight and broke Dean's neck. That someone was Sam in a white suit, but they knew it was Lucifer.
"Oh. Hello," Lucifer said nonchalantly.
"Aren't you a surprise?" Dean and Genna stared. Lucifer reappeared behind them. They jumped and turned around.
"You've come a long way to see this, haven't you?" Dean and Genna looked him over. Dean grew angry in realization of the situation.
"Well, go ahead. Kill me," he said.
"Kill you," Lucifer asked. He looked at the corpse of Future Dean.
"Don't you think that would be a little...redundant?" He sighed.
"I'm sorry. It must be painful, speaking to me in this- shape. But it had to be your brother. It had to be." He reached for Dean's shoulder, but Dean moved back. Lucifer smirked.
"You may not appreciate this either then." He whistled and a woman in a white dress appeared. It was Adonia. Genna tried to step towards her, but Dean held out his arm in front of her to stop her. Adonia looked different. Her hair had this angelic flow to it, make-up, the elegant white dress. It seemed off.
"I'm sure you recognize her. In fact, this is who informed me of your upcoming arrival." Adonia walked towards the group, but stopped for a moment and gasped when she noticed Future Dean on the ground. She knew exactly who it was. She closed her eyes for a moment and held back her tears, then continued walking to stand by Lucifer's side.
"I thought you weren't going to hurt anyone," Adonia said with a shaky voice.
"What did you do to her? I thought she died a year ago," Genna said.
"Genna-" Adonia was going to advance to her when she saw her long lost friend, but Lucifer stopped her.
"I made her into what she was always meant to be. I killed her, then brought her back with a few terms. She does what I say and I will bring her family back to life. Mother, father, Sam, and the little one. If you thought she made a good witch, she makes an even better demon. So much anger and sadness in one person. Of course, she wouldn't agree to my terms alive, so I had to take on a plan B," he stroked her hair, but she snatched her head away, "You don't have to be afraid of me, Dean. What do you think I'm going to do?"
"I don't know. Maybe deep-fry the planet?" Genna tried communicating with Adonia through thought, but she couldn't. That ability was gone now. Lucifer examined a rose, then turned away.
"Why? Why would I want to destroy this stunning thing? Beautiful in a trillion different ways. The last perfect handiwork of God." Dean didn't answer.
"You ever hear the story of how I fell from grace," he looked at Genna, "I know you know the story, Genavieve, but I'll do the honors of sharing it." She rolled her eyes.
"Oh, good God. You're not gonna tell me a bedtime story, are you? My stomach's almost out of bile."
"You know why God cast me down? Because I loved him. More than anything. And then God created," he smirked, "You. The little...hairless apes. And then he asked all of us to bow down before you—to love you, more than him. And I said, 'Father, I can't.' I said, 'These human beings are flawed, murderous.' And for that, God had Michael cast me into hell. Now, tell me...does the punishment fit the crime? Especially, when I was right? Look at what six billion of you have done to this thing, and how many of you blame me for it."
"You're not fooling anyone, you know that? With this sympathy-for-the-devil shit. I know what you are," Dean said with tears in his eyes.
"What am I?"
"You're the same thing, only bigger. The same brand of cockroach I've been squashing my whole life. An ugly, evil, belly-to-the-ground, supernatural piece of shit. The only difference between them and you is the size of your ego." Lucifer smiled and thought for a moment.
"I like you, Dean. I get what the other angels see in you. Goodbye. We'll meet again soon." Lucifer held his arm behind Adonia to walk away with him.
"You better kill me now," Dean yelled. Lucifer and Adonia stopped and turned around.
"Pardon?"
"You better kill me now. Or I swear, I will find a way to kill you. And I won't stop."
"I know you won't. I know you won't say 'yes' to Michael, either. And I know you won't kill Sam. Whatever you do, you will always end up here. Whatever choices you make, whatever details you alter, we will always end up...here," tears escaped Dean's eyes, "I win. So, I win."
"You're wrong."
"See you in five years, Dean." Thunder and lightning struck. Lucifer and Adonia were gone. Dean and Genna turned around and saw Zachariah behind them. He reach for their foreheads with two fingers.
One blink and they were back in the hotel room. Sam wasn't there, but the bed was made.
"Oh, well, if it isn't the ghost of Christmas "screw you"," Dean said, breathing heavily.
"Enough, Dean, enough. You saw it, right? You saw what happens. You're the only person who can prove the devil wrong. Just say yes."
"How do we know that this whole thing isn't one of your tricks? It's your speciality, Zachariah."
"The time for tricks is over," he said to her. He turned back to Dean.
"Give yourself to Michael. Say 'yes' and we can strike. Before Lucifer gets to Sam. Before billions die." Dean consider it for a long moment, walking away from Zachariah. Genna watched him as he thought.
"Nah," he said bluntly. Genna felt relieved.
"'Nah'? You telling me you haven't learned your lesson?"
"Oh, I've learned a lesson, alright. Just not the one you wanted to teach."
"Well, I'll just have to teach it again! Because I got you now, boy, and I'm never letting you-" Dean and Genna disappeared.
They turned around and saw Cas behind them and Sam beside him. They were on the road Cas had waited on. It was nighttime.
"That's pretty nice timing, Cas," Dean said with a smile and the utmost relief.
"We had an appointment," he said kindly. Genna looked Cas over. It was nice seeing him back in his suit and trenchcoat. She approached him.
"Don't ever change." He smirked.
"How did Zachariah find you?"
"Wait. You were with Zachariah," Sam asked.
"Long story. Let's just stay away from Jehovah's Witnesses from now on, okay," she asked. She pulled out her phone.
"What are you doing," Dean asked.
"Something I should have done in the first place."
The hunters waited outside the Impala by a bridge. They had parked off below the bridge, to the side when there was tall grass and a somewhat graveled road. Dean and Genna stood at the front of the car, while Sam stood by the trunk.
"Are we going to tell him," Genna asked. Dean looked at his brother as he was fidgety, waiting anxiously.
"No. Her either. I'm sure, in a way, they already know what the risks are, but they don't care. Would you if you were them?" Genna shook her head.
"Speaking of, what about you? Are you gonna tell Cas or are you gonna leave it be?" Genna thought for a moment and laughed lightly.
"I guess you're right." They heard a car driving in the gravel. They turned and saw an old tan car. Adonia got out of the car with a smile on her face. She was herself again. Jeans, a grey long sleeve shirt, boots, and human. Sam walked towards her and she walked towards him.
"Addie," he sighed, "if you're serious about this, and you want back in, I'm not gonna stop you."
"Look, Sam, I'm sorry. I don't know. I'm...whatever I need to be. But I was, uh-wrong."
"What made you change your mind?"
"Long story. The point is...maybe we are each other's Achilles heel, as you are with Dean. Maybe they'll find a way to use us against each other, I don't know. I just know that I can't bare the thought of being without you. I'll always stand by your side, no matter what. We keep each other human." Sam's breath was shaky.
"Thank you. Really. Thank you. I won't let you down."
"Oh, I know it. I mean, no matter what we do, we always seem to end up right where are now." Sam laughed and nodded.
"So, what do we do now," he asked. She stepped closer to him and grabbed his hand.
"We make our own future." He smiled.
"Guess we have no choice." He pulled her in and kissed her. They wrapped their arms around each other, never wanting to let go. For the first time, in a long time, they were entirely happy in that moment. Dean and Genna looked at each other wondering if they made a mistake by not saying anything. But seeing how happy they were, they knew they didn't.