Chapter 13:

Soon enough the Deans trotted out of the cabin, Future Dean looking completely unscathed as he strode towards the jeeps, whereas the other looked shaken up and downright terrified. As he walked over I just nudged him on the shoulder to ask if he was okay and he just smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. I decided not to press on it 'cause I knew that would just make it worse, especially with Dean being the emotionally constipated soul I know he is. Soon enough Chuck appeared, and after apologising about mistaking us for the other Dean, he began giving life advice.

"Some free advice? You ever get back there, you hoard toilet paper. You understand me? Hoard it. Hoard it like it's made of gold. 'Cause it is." It took so much self-restraint not to snort at the shorter man but when I gathered myself I found Cas and Dean in not that much better a state.

"Right. Thanks Chuck." Dean said, doing his utmost best to stay composed and not fall over laughing. I nodded my agreement and began to steer my two companions away from the god-like man, not before hearing him say 'oh you'll thank me later alright, mark my words.' That reminded me to leave the meagre collection of food in my bag on his doorstep before we left, knowing how happy it would make the small man. We moved towards the cars where Future! Dean was commanding people to get in cars. Future Dean indicated for Cas to get into one of the cars, where Dean followed suite. He looked pleadingly at me to get me in the car but I shook my head, indicating that he should stay without me. Anyway, I knew there were a few things he and Cas needed to get cleared up and me being there wasn't going to help. I trudged over to the car containing the alternate Dean and hopped into the passenger seat, slamming the door before he had a chance to refuse. There were a few things I needed clearing up and I was gonna clear them before he did something stupid like get us all killed which is highly likely. When he realised I wasn't budging Dean just sighed and whistled for the trucks to begin moving out. I looked back, realising this was probably the last time most of us would see this place again. For what it's worth, in the midst of all this mayhem it's quite cosy.

Neither of us said anything for most of the journey, Dean drove and I sat in the passenger seat alternating from staring out the window at the destruction and mayhem that had become Earth (not that I was surprised) and looking at the broken shell of a man that was left next to me. Eventually Dean got annoyed with the silence.

"What?" He said, annoyance biting the edges of his words.

"What what?" I replied automatically, smirking at the sheer annoyance it induced to the man before me.

"Why do you keep staring at me?" he snarked back.

"Because I'm trying to figure you out. You're different, but the same as your past self. It's like a piece of you is missing and I can't work out what it is." I mused, more thinking to myself out loud then answering his question.

"What are you a damn psychic? Stop trying to read me, Jesus. Personal identity." He replied, blocking me out and turning back to the road. I just sighed and turned back to the window, silently mulling over what it was.

"Sam." Dean finally said, exasperated about the award tension in the small moving contraption. I turned to him, my eyebrow raised. "That's what's missing." He continued, "Since he said yes to the devil it's like part of me was taken."

"That's because part of you was taken. You and your brother were inseparable, it's expected to be like that." I replied, glad that I was training to be a psychologist after all.

"Yeah but I hadn't even seen Sammy since 2009, why is it hurting so damn much now?" he replied, showing the true raw pain he was feeling in his eyes. I lifted my hand and placed it on his shoulder, more so he knew someone as there than comforting him.

"But now you know where he is and what he is doing. That makes it worse." I replied, leaving Dean to mull over what had been said.

"How do you know all this anyway? I don't remember you from my past so how do you know all this shit?" he asked, the hard façade covering him up but only slightly.

"I'm a trainee psychologist, I'm meant to know this kinda stuff. And blame Bobby." I answered, to which Dean did not turn to me, he simply nodded.

"How are you still so calm?" He joked, "Aren't you from the past, where everything was happy go lucky for you normal people?" Dean finished turning to me with a small grin.

"Not as 'happy go lucky as you'd think, just because I don't hunt monsters for a bare living doesn't mean I have a picket fence life. But yeah, I've found loud music, lots of driving and an extremely deep conversation with myself does the trick to help me keep m shit together." I said, motioning towards the phone currently in my hand with a pair of headphones connected.

"That actually works?" he asked, joking disbelief. I shrugged, not knowing if I was keeping my shit together or I was just telling myself I was.

"Keeps me going."

"So why did Zachie manage to drag you into this too anyway?" Dean asked, finally looking at me. I sighed.

"To be honest I have no idea, I'm still trying to work that out. I guess it was just an accident or something." I said, but I was thinking differently. I think I was here for a reason. I just didn't know what it was yet.

Soon enough we reached a large mansion that looked like it should be abandoned but the shiver it dragged down your spine made you think twice about it. I stared into the windows as the rest of the team thought of plans of attack, wondering what this large home inhabits. Eventually Dean came up with a plan but before they all left to get a move on the two Deans left to go chat. I decided now was the time to talk to the others.

"Hey Cas." I said, crouching down next to the scruffy man, noticing the look of dread on his face. He nodded to me in reply and we sat there, awaiting the two men's return.

"He's sending us to our deaths and he thinks we don't know that." Castiel sighed, looking to me with despair in his large blue eyes. I rubbed his back soothingly, knowing there was nothing I could say to go against that. It was true and we all knew it. Before I could reply Future Dean came back, but his past self was nowhere in sight. I gave Cas a worried look and he returned it, before turning his attention to his friend and leader. He motioned for the team to go through the front window, before turning away and walking around the back. He looked to me and motioned for me to stay where I was. Like hell that was ever gonna happen. I nodded my eyes and winced as I heard the noise of guns and thunder. I looked to the house to see flashing lights and the sound of cries and screams was emitted. 'I'm sorry guys.' I muttered in my head, wishing there was anything I could do to help. I decided my best chance was to get back to the past and help Dean sort it out before it happened. I crept between the abandoned cars surrounding me towards where I saw the two Deans leave earlier, finding the past copy on the ground out cold.

"Dean, get your ass up now." I hissed, hitting him in the side of his face with my shoe. After a few prods he came to, grumbling at me to stop. After another kick for good measure I helped him up and we began to walk around the side of the house, following the Future Dean's path, not that he had gone far. In front of us was Dean on the ground with a foot on his neck. He looked towards us and motioned for us to leave with his eyes but it was too late. I let out a gasp as Dean's neck twisted at an unnatural angle and the life drained from him. I clung onto Dean's arm, not letting him go near the white shoed villain. My eyes traced upwards (very far upwards) to see the face of this person and was shocked to find what looked like Sam staring at me. But it wasn't Sam, the eyes were too… cold.

"Oh. Hello Dean. And you must be Amelia." The man said, an evil smirk on his cold face. That was when I realised who it was, not without a little help from Dean.

"Lucifer."

AN: I'm sorry that last bit is a bit rubbish but I'm meant to be revising right now and well, I'm not so this was a bit rushed.