Chapter 10:

AN: CHAPTER 10! Ten chapter already! Thanks guys. And another note encase it wasn't clear. There is no romance between Dean and Amelia. I kinda have a tiny hint of Destiel, but not really. All the characters are on their lonesome. So yeah, just encase you weren't sure.

I barely noticed as 2014 Dean dragged me up the stairs, the back of my ankles hitting the steps. If I wasn't in such a trance I would've been impressed at the power the man had, carrying the whole of my weight and most of his past self's. I could vaguely hear the man carrying us muttering to himself about our incompetence and the Dean beside me asking if I was okay, but I wasn't really listening. I finally snapped out of my thoughts when the screech of a chair being dragged across the ground cut through the harsh muttering. Dean threw me into the chair with little delicacy and did the same for his double. For good measures in case we weren't listening he slammed his hands on the table, making us both turn and stare at him, blank looks on our faces.

"OK. What the hell was that?" he said, staring at me, throwing a hand in Dean's direction to shut him up. I looked blankly at him, gathering my emotions. The first one that I could think of was anger, pure rage at the man before me.

"What the hell was that?" I said, mimicking his low gravelly voice, "What the hell were you doing? That was an innocent man with a family and friends that you just blew away without a second though!" I said, near shouting at the end, lifting myself out of the seat so I was his level. His eyes portrayed the same level of rage I could feel. Past!Dean just sat quietly, watching the confrontation.

"We were in an open quarantine zone. Got ambushed by some Croats on the way out." He said, like it explained everything. Which of course, it didn't. I looked at him blankly and he simply sighed, slumping back into my chair.

"Croats? Croatoans?" he said like I was dumb. I just gave him my best bitch face which would make Bobby proud and stared at him, willing him to make me get angrier. As if my fellow 2009 buddy could sense the anger flowing from me he interrupted, taking his older doubles attention away from me.

"How do you even know he was infected? For all you know he could've just been another soldier, aiming to please as per usual." He said. For a moment I could see the scarred man who was afraid of what was happening, hoping to find a way out, but then he was gone. Future Dean sighed, rubbing a hand over his face, a trait I'd seen on both the man and his past self many a time in the past day. "Cause after a few years of this, I know. I started seeing symptoms about a half an hour ago. Wasn't gonna be long before he flipped. I didn't see the point in troubling a good man with bad news." I snorted with laughter, a bleak sort of noise of more annoyance than humour. Future Dean simply looked at me, an eyebrow raised in question.

"'troubling a good man with bad news.'" I mimicked him again, glaring angrily at him, "I'm sorry, are we talking about the good man you just shot? The one you shot right in front of the rest of your people? I don't know about them but I'm a little freaked out right now!" I finished, ranting angrily as I pushed away from my chair, beginning to pace round the edges of the small room. For a moment neither of them said anything, expecting me to continue. But I was done. All I wanted to do was get out of here.

"You know what. I'm done. I'm getting out of here. I mean, not many things actually scare me anymore, especially not after today. But you!" I said, pointing at future Dean accusingly, "You scare me. So much." I finished, walking over to the door and storming out, ignoring the cries of Past Dean asking for me to come back. Future Dean said nothing and I could feel his eyes watching me as I walked out. I slammed the door behind me and the feeling was gone. After that I didn't stop, I continued into the woods before I couldn't do it anymore and I sat down against a tree, holding my legs close to my chest. For a few moments I just sat there in silence, listening to the sounds of the nature around me and my breathing. I could almost believe I was back home, but I was soon reminded as I heard movement beside me. I lifted my head from my knees to see Castiel standing in front of me, a small mischievous but kind smirk on his face. Slowly he leant down so he was at my level and sat, crossing his legs before me.

"Hey AJ hon. How'd it go then?" he said. I simply looked at him with an irritated expression, making him smile a bit more.

"Went that well huh?" he continued. I sighed at his question, leaning my chin on my knees.

"Is it that obvious?" I replied, lifting my eyes up from the leaf covered grass below us to his piercing blue eyes.

"Well by the infuriated deflated look on your face that looks like you want to kill everyone and everything I'm gonna say yeah." He said, smiling at me. His smile was so infectious I had to smile back, making his grin wider. Angel or no angel this guy was adorable.

"Why do you stay with him? Seriously, how can you live with the guy without wanting to throttle him on a daily basis?" I asked the man before me. His smile slowly faded and the humour in his eyes was replaced with something sadder, like a deep sorrow as if he was remembering how it used to be.

"Because it's the safest place in the world at the moment and I owe him." Castiel said. Hearing the man say that broke something inside me. It showed his true trust. No matter what happened in the world around him he would continue to stay with this man. Even if the world was falling to pieces around them and Dean had resorted to murdering innocent people he continued to stay as it was what he believed was right. If that wasn't trust and, dare I say it, love then I don't know what is anymore.

"And anyway," he joked, as if sensing my inner monologue, "Who says I don't want to throttle him? I just have great self-restraint." He finished, grinning, but I could tell it was fake. I exaggeratedly rolled my eyes.

"All those orgies? Sure you do." For a while we just sat in silence. Not awkward silence but comfortable silence, like talking wasn't really necessary.

"What?" I said, finally gaining his attention again.

"What what?" he replied, making me smile a little.

"What do you owe him?" At that Castiel looked solemn for a second, then when he could gather his voice he said a few words with so much truth that it made me want to hug him and damn every single being that had ever caused him harm to hell.

"My life."