Chapter 6:

I woke up on a cold, hard wooden floor, balanced against a wooden table leg. I quickly woke myself up, always trying to be alert in bad situations. Not that I'd ever woken up handcuffed to a table leg before. Though I had woke up handcuffed to a piano and another time in the trunk of a car, but that's a story for another time. I tried pulling at the handcuffs, seeing if I could get them loose, but they seemed to be good quality and tight. I was impressed. Not that I like waking up in handcuffs but I'm glad to know they're good quality at least. I looked round the room to find Dean, seeing him in a similar predicament to myself attached to the table leg across from me. He was just waking up, still a little drowsy.

"Dean," I hissed through my teeth, gaining his attention, "wake up. We just got mobbed by you!" I said, making him look at me in confusion, tilting his head slightly. In another situation I might've found that cute but now really wasn't the time or place. The creak of a door caught our attention and soon enough the other Dean was standing in the room, looking us over. Now he was in more light I noticed how he was different to the Dean I've been spending time with. This other Dean had more of a stubble and his eyes were even more tired, if that was even possible. He was also wearing a military jacket instead of the leather hunter's jacket the Dean I associated myself with wore. He looked like he'd been through hell a good few times and to be fair he probably has.

"Glad you two are awake. I'd like some answers, now. I've tested you both and you're not skin shifters or anything so you'd better explain right now." Ah, that'd explain the new cut across my arm then. The not tied up Dean looked between us impatiently.

"You'd like some answers? I've just woken up handcuffed to a table. Unless this is a kinky thing I'd quite like some answers too." I said, meeting the man's eyes with a cold glare. Though to be fair I'd pretty much worked it out. This must be 2014 Dean. He survived, congratulation to him, but I'd tell him that later, hopefully when I wasn't tied up. (It seems my thought keep linking back to that little fact. Hard not to though.) He just raised an eyebrow at me, looking at young Dean in disbelief.

"I know, she's like that all the time. Excuse her." 2009 Dean said, making me glare at him. So much for him being on my side, not ganging up on me with himself. Oh this double Dean thing was gonna give me a headache. 2014 Dean gave us a little smirk, but that soon changed back to the expressionless face and he demanded for an answer again.

"Ok ok, stop getting your panties in a twist. Jesus. Blame Zachariah." I said, to which recognising sparked in 2014 Dean's eyes and he immediately understood, nodding his head.

"Wait, I'm still confused." 2009 Dean said, looking at us with a look of annoyance, like he was out of the look on a joke. I sighed.

"2009 Dean meet 2014 Dean, 2014 Dean meet 2009 Dean. Play nice boys." I said, rolling my eyes. Both the Dean's just shook their heads and ignored me, typical.

"I still don't trust you. So if you're me, tell me something only I would know." 2014 Dean said, turning to 2009 Dean and holding a gun to his head, making me just shake my head. That's it, if you can't get an answer you point a gun at their head, make a mess and leave. Though 2009 Dean kinda is my ride home so I need him alive.

"I thought I said play nice." I muttered, but they simply ignore me again.

"All right all right. Let me think before you shoot me you idgit." 2009 Dean said, making us all wince at the last word, trying not to remember who it was how usually said that in these situations. I really didn't need to start tearing up now.

"Ok got it. 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 liked it." 2009 Dean said, making 2014 smirk again.

"Touché." He said, making both the Deans grin.

"Ew. That was something I never needed to know. Just, ew. Ok, can you unlock us now?" I said, wrinkling my nose in disgust.

"No." 2014 Dean said, walking towards the door.

"What! Why?" 2009 Dean and I asked at the same time. I looked over to 2009 Dean and saw him pouting slightly, which make me snort with laughter a bit.

"Don't you trust yourself?" 2009 Dean asked, laughing a bit. 2014 Dean looked like he was thinking it over for a second.

"No." he said, closing the door behind him and leaving him in the room. 2009 Dean just shrugged his shoulders, as if agreeing with his other self.

"Ok what do we do now? He took all my lock picking stuff so we're gonna be here a while I guess." Dean said, pulling on his handcuffs. I just smirked.

"Never doubt a girl Dean." I said, manoeuvring myself so I was lying further down, so close to Dean my foot was now touching his legs, though I ignored it. I brought my head up close to my hands, grabbing a pin from the back of my hair. Whenever I put my hair up I always put one there, just encase this ever happened or I needed to pick a door, cause I'd locked myself out again, which happens too often. Once I had it in my hands I moved back up, twisting my back so I could see my hands, sitting cross legged. Carefully I managed to unlock the handcuffs. After a few minutes I heard a click and made a triumphant noise as the handcuffs unlocked, allowing me to twist my upper body back around, carrying my arms with me. I guess doing all those gymnastics as a kid really paid off. (AN: So, to see if what I was writing was possible I gave it a go and attempted to try this. It's possible and bloody difficult, I don't suggest trying it as now my shoulders hurt. But just so you know what I write is plausible.) I rubbed my wrists, clicked my shoulders and quickly got up, moving to unlock Dean's handcuffs as well. As tempting as it was to leave him here I decided against it. As soon as Dean was free he got up, moving to the table to collect his gear and put it all back in his coat. I grabbed my bag, checked everything was still in there, and then threw it over my shoulder again, turning to Dean.

"You know AJ, you're really flexible." Dean said, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I just sighed and glared at him.

"Don't even think about it." I said. He just chuckled and walked past me to the door, beckoning me to follow. As soon as this was all sorted out, I was going to punch him square in the jaw, whether he was fricking Dean Winchester or not.