Chapter 7:

AN: I've decided from now on I'm gonna write on my weekends so I've spent this weekend writing this story. So enjoy the updates while they last. Cause it won't last. I also want to thank you guys who are reading this story cause it's good to know people love reading it as much as I love writing it.

We walked out of the shack, looking round to see if anyone was around. It seemed future Dean had long since left so we were safe from people seeing two Dean's and freaking out, for now. This was the time Dean decided he'd start whining.

"Oww. My cheek hurts," he whined, rubbing the side of his face. Ridiculous. A grown hunter who gets beaten up on a regular basis complaining about a bruise. My younger sister would've made less of a fuss. How did Sam put up with this ridiculous man child?

"Stop being a baby." I replied, not even bothering to turn to him, still looking round the camp for any familiar faces.

"How are you not in pain? You got hit in the face too." He continued, making me sigh and turn to him.

"A high pain tolerance and a younger sister. Now shut up." I said, finally getting him to stop talking. He just turned away and started pouting. That was when a man with scruffy dark hair and a beard trudged over. I nudged Dean on the shoulder to get him to turn round to the man. When he did his eyes widened in surprise. Apparently he must know this guy then.

"Hey, Dean. You got a second?" the man said awkwardly, shuffling the paper in his arms. Dean looked around the camp, as if looking for help. His eyes caught mine and I smirked. Now he has to pretend to be his future self. This should be funny.

"No—yes. Uh, I—I guess. Hi, Chuck." Dean replied. Chuck, Chuck. Where do I recognise that name? Oh yes, that prophet that followed the boys around and wrote books about them. Not that I've ever read them as Bobby told me the stories instead. Apparently they were pretty good though. I've seen the fanfictions to know as much, some of which are very entertaining.

"Hi. 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?" Chuck said, to which I couldn't help but smirk. Dean was stuffed and he knew it. Like he had any idea on what to say on the matter and I was finding this far too entertaining to intervene.

"I—I don't know. Maybe, uh, share? You know, like at a kibbutz." I snorted at Dean's pathetic answer, causing Dean to turn and glare and Chuck to look at me in confusion. Ah yes, he would've never seen me before. Now he probably just sees me as another mouth to feed. Poor dear.

"Wait a minute." He said, to which Dean and I turned back to him, "Aren't you supposed to be out on a mission right now?" Oooh, what you gonna do now Dean?

"Absolutely. And I will be." Dean replied, grinning at Chuck like a madman. Obviously that worked as Chuck eyes him suspiciously, before just shaking his head and look behind Dean. I turned to see what he was looking at: a woman about the same age as me with tanned skin and long brown hair tied up in a ponytail. She looked dangerous and pissed. I smirked, this day just kept getting better. I'm starting to like this crazy bunch future Dean hangs out with.

"Uh-oh." Chuck muttered, causing Dean to give him a confused look. The woman came up right behind Dean and tried to hit him round the back of the head, which he managed to miss by waving his arms in the right place at the right time. Shame, I kinda wanted to see her knock him out. She probably could manage it. Though at the second she was ignoring me so I just left her to it.

"Whoa! Jeez! Easy, lady!" Dean said when she took another swing at him. He ducked behind me and stood behind Chuck and me.

"Risa." Chuck said, but the woman didn't acknowledge his presence. Poor dear.

"Risa?" Dean said, confused. I just sighed and shook my head. He was gonna get himself nowhere and all he was gonna end up with was a headache. He should know by now pissed off women have a good reason and repeating their name at them wasn't gonna help. I thought he was meant to have more prowess than this. Obviously he could get the woman but after that he was a mess. To be fair, it might just be being futurized that's messing him up but this is entertaining so I'm not complaining. And if Risa takes a swing at me I'm pretty sure I can handle her, though I would leave her to have a go at Dean for now, just encase.

"You spent the night in Jane's cabin last night, didn't you?" she said, prodding at Dean's chest in accusation. He moved further backwards and nestled himself behind Chuck so Risa couldn't get to him.

"Uh, what? I—I don't—did I?" Dean replied, Chuck just nodded. Oh this was gonna get good. I did my best to hold in the laughter that was coming.

"I thought we had a 'connection'." She said, air quoting the final word. Oh future Dean you sly dog. But he's gotta learn to be more sneaky. Woman see and hear all. He should know that by now.

"Well, I'm sure that we do." Dean replied weakly. He really wasn't helping himself. I just sighed and chuckled at him, getting a glare and a look of panic from Dean. I just gave him a look that said 'don't look at me buddy, I didn't dig you into this mess.'

"Yeah? And now you're whoring around with someone else! Whoever this bitch is." Risa said, vaguely pointing in the direction of me. Well that's not very nice is it?

"Rude." I commented, just getting a glare in return so I stepped down, knowing not to get in the way of an extremely healthy angry female. To be fair I wouldn't get in the way of any angry female. I don't really want to either, this is Dean's fight not mine.

"Hi, Risa." Chuck tried again.

"Screw you." Risa spat at him before turning and storming. I let out a low whistle once she was gone, again getting a glare from Dean.

"Shut up AJ." He muttered. I put my hands up in protest.

"But I didn't say anything." I replied. He just gave me a look that said 'don't you even dare' that had me smiling but I decided to leave the poor man alone, he'd had enough womanly trouble for one day.

"Oh, jeez." He said, rubbing his forehead, "I'm getting busted for stuff I haven't even done yet." I had to laugh at that. Chuck just looked confused. Poor dear, that seemed to be becoming a permanent expression.

"What?" he said, to which Dean just waved him off, saying "Uh, never mind." Smooth Dean smooth. Chuck just shrugged his shoulder and turned to leave, plodding back the way he came, probably to count toilet rolls or something else extremely fun and useful.

"Hey, Chuck, is...Cas still here?" Dean shouted to him. He turned around and gave Dean a solemn look.

"Yeah. I don't think Cas is going anywhere." He sighed, as if reminiscing a memory. I do hope angel boy is ok, he's kinda my ride outta here. I have a feeling Dean was thinking the same.

AN: So yeah I used the transcript for that, sorry it's not all that interesting.