wow...and I thought the last chapter was long.

This one is about twice my average length O_o

I couldn't find any breaking points, so settled on this one.

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"West? Oh gosh, West, pick up." My phone rings one, two, three times.

"J.J?"

"Thank goodness. West, what happened last night?"

He pauses. "Um...are you okay? You don't remember?"

"I remember, I just can't admit it to myself."

"Yeah, well, if 'Ebola,' 'Sam,' 'dean,' and Maison passing out are running through your mind, it all happened."

Shock hits me again and I feel dizzy. "Where are you?"

"Austin. In the back of Sam and Dean's car."

"What!?"

"JJ, I don't know! We didn't want to leave you but-"….

He cuts out. "West? West!"

I hang up, then dial Maison's number.

No answer.

I shook my head. "You better pick up Thomas or-Thomas?"

"What? JJ, we can't talk right now, sorry."

"This is serious Thomas! Why are you in the city?"

"…sorry we left. We knocked but you didn't come out. You're safer at home anyway."

"Thomas, tell me what happened. Now."

He sighed. "Well, after you went inside, you locked the door. Uh, Sam and Dean needed to go, and threatened to leave us so….JJ., we didn't know what to do. We went with them. Well, West and I did. We dropped Maison off at their house. She wouldn't wake up. JJ, I'm scared. What if this is actually real? What if the Croatoan virus is here?"

"Don't say that. And we on earth did you go in a car with stinking strangers! That's kindergarten stuff! I swear if you were here I'd punch the crap out of-"

"Shhh…" His voice becomes muffled, and I think he put the phone down.

"If you hang up on me I'll-"

"I'm still here J.J," he says, yet quieter. "We're at the hospital."

"What?"

"The hospital where the first case was, in U.S.. Remember back in 2014?"

"Yeah, I remember everything from when I was one."

"Seriously, Jay. We're at the hospital. They're…" he gulps. "This is real. They're really Sam and Dean."

I paused, silent. "Thomas, get out of there."

"Why?"

"Haven't you watched Supernatural? Every single person other then Sam and Dean-actually, including them, dies. You don't want to be an extra on that show, reality or not."

It was his turn to pause. "It's too late now. We're too far in. You know what, Jay? Get your car and drive out here. We're at the hospital. Just do it."

Click.

"Tom. Thomas. Thomas Padalecki you-" I sighed and set down my cell. Breathing out, I stood up. "Supernatural…guest starring Justice-Jay Ackles. Greatttt."

By 11:30 I had climbed out the window with my bag packed full of some cheese-itz, my charger, my phone, and a pair of sweatpants. Necessities, right?

Climbing into my car, a 2015 Ford Fusion, I pop the keys in the whole and twist.

It creaks, but after a few tries, the old vehicle finally starts. The radio was on a classic rock station, blaring music from the late 2000's. I twist the knob down. "I hope Mom didn't hear that," I mumbled, backing out of the garage.

It took me about eight songs to get to the hospital, so I guess that would be about 35 minutes. But I wasn't listening to any of the songs, instead I was thinking about the night.

I was so nervous about sneaking out to see a TV show at a movie theatre.

If only I knew what I'd be doing right now.

I knew it was wrong. But somehow, I knew I NEEDED to help. Guilt kept pressing me, "Call Dad. Call the cops. Call someone!" But I couldn't. Not until I learned more. Then, I told myself, I will call Dad. He'll know what to do.

I pulled into the parking lot around ten past midnight. I'd never been at a hospital at night, except for when Maison fell and cut her leg open when we were twelve. We had been playing Doctor Who, she was Rose and I was the Doctor. That was how it always went, her being a blonde supermodel (literally) and me being a brown haired dork. The only difference is David Tennant is appealing to the eye….I, am not.

Well, I had my stick a.k.a sonic screwdriver and we were fighting off some sort of alien on the top of my bunk bed. She fell backwards and cut her calf on my nightstand, also severely injured her cheek. It was a sleepover, and was about 2:00 a.m. (The latest we'd stayed up.) She started screaming, Mom rushed in, drove us both to the hospital. She got seven stitches that day, and a nasty bruise on the side of her face. She had to cancel several photo-shoots because of it.

Even recently I've looked at that as the stupidest thing I've ever done. I mean, we were fighting 'aliens' by doing backwards somersaults on the top of a bunk bed.

Now, as I put the car in park, I realized it was nothing compared to this.

I looked down. Dang it, I thought. I was still in the fuzzy monkey\peace sign pajama pants. And somehow I put combat boots over my fluffy socks without noticing.

I could change into my sweatpants later, but for now, the least I could do was take out the now super messy braid and redo it.

I paused outside the building. I probably shouldn't go in. Quickly I pulled out my cell and dialed Thomas' number.

"Justice? Did you come?"

"I'm outside. What should I do? Thomas, I should not be here. This is the stupidest thing I've ever done."

"Yeah, I feel you. I'm questioning my sanity." He sighed. "So, this is getting creepy. We're inside, in the waiting room. Apparently, Sam and Dean are 'fbi agents.' At least that's what they're telling West and me. I know they're not though, I've watched the show."

"Yeah. Fake I.D.'s. So what are they doing?"

"Looking into the Ebola kid's files. It's been a while. They haven't come out yet."

"Okay, I'm going to come in. Waiting room you said?"

"Yeah."

I clicked the 'hang up' button and placed it in the pocket of my hoodie. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door.

A chime rang, and a nurse at the desk looked up.

I walked towards her and stopped a few feet from the desk. "Um….I…uh…" I gulped. I was a terrible liar. "Um….waiting room?" I managed.

She bobbed her head to the right.

Quickly I shuffled past a lady in a wheelchair and down the hall, into a big, open space. This hospital was pretty big.

There weren't too many people in the waiting room. I spotted an old man, a couple leaning over a tablet, a teenager holding a baby and – "Thomas," I muttered under my breath.

Thomas peered up as I sat next to him. "What are we doing," I asked, tears starting to form in my eyes. "Just come home. They're hunters. They can do this by themselves."

"I know they can, J.J. But, I just…" He crossed his arms and leaned back, his head hitting the picture frame above his chair. "I just think this is the right thing to do."

"I don't." I mumble.

"Then go home. Don't do this if you feel it's wrong, J.J. I know this is kindergarten sunday school stuff, but weather it's about going on some hunt to cure Ebola or something or not eating the glue because all the cool toddlers are doing it, don't give into the peer pressure."

I grin a little bit. "Definitely kindergarten stuff. But you're right."

He looked down. "So…are you going to go?"

"No."

Peering back up at me with his eyebrow raised, he asked, "why not?"

"Although something is telling me this is the wrong thing to do, something bigger is telling me it's not. But," I chew on my tongue. "Uh…I need to tell someone. My mom or my dad. I really do.

"I know. I'm 16, I'm supposed to be rebelling, dying my hair pink and sneaking out to parties every night, especially since I'm some famous actors kid…but that's not me," I continue.

"Yeah. I get that too." He pushes his hair behind his ear.

"So, just like I did when I was ten…I still have a guilty conscious and I will never get over this…but at least if I give in now I'll feel better about it sooner."

"I agree J, you should tell your parents but…just wait. Do it eventually," He adds, "But not till Dean and Sam get back out here."

Bobbing my head up and down, I see West scramble down the hallway. I cringed. He didn't look so 'hot' anymore. His hair was ruffled, he was pale, and breathing faster then I'd ever seen. "You okay?" I asked as he quickly sat down, relieved, in the chair next to me.

"Yeah, I'm okay. My best friends' dads suddenly appear as the characters they play on a TV show. Okie-dokie."

Thomas rolled his eyes. "We've gone over this."

"And you're just over it? Like that?" West reached his arm over me and snapped his fingers in front of Thomas' face. Thomas blinked.

"West, I'm not over it," Thomas said, louder then necessary. A couple of people turned to stare. "I'm ANYTHING but over it. I'm just trying to stay calm, okay?"

"Like I'm not 'CALM?!'" West exclaimed, stiffing up. "All I do is say some sarcastic comment and suddenly I'm not calm!?"

"I NEVER said that." Thomas' voice was sounding more and more deeper, almost resembling Sam's low husky voice, exactly.

"Okay, calm down," I whispered to them, pressing my hands on my knees. "Last thing we need is us getting kicked out of here."

The boys stared at each other for a few moments, until my glare finally pressed them both back against there chairs.

"Hey." We all turned to hear, then see, Sam and Dean walking down the hallway. "Let's go," Dean mouthed, nodding towards the entrance.

We stood up awkwardly, then followed the hunters down towards the front desk.

Dean slapped the files down on the desk. The nurse looked up, startled.

Grinning, Dean explained he was going to take them for some 'examining' and return them tomorrow. She was hesitant, even after seeing their badges, until Dean threatened to 'call his boss and have him explain why to her,'. Then she let him go with no explanation.

Outside, the cool breeze caught me, and I shivered. Even with the thin hoodie, I was cold.

"Here." Thomas pulled his thick hoodie off, the hood catching his hair and knotting it. "You look cold."

"I'm fine," I said, waving it off.

He placed it on my head. I pulled it off, smirking, as I knew the static had caught the short strands of my hair and whisped them out of the braid, like it had picked up Thomas' bangs. "No, I'm fine!" I repeated, jumping to try and put the hoodie on his head.

"I'm not even on my tip-toes," Thomas bragged, then childishly sticking his tongue out at me.

"Loser," I said.

He grinned. "If the competition is 'who's shorter,' then yes, I am the loser."

I giggled, but was caught off by Dean's sharp voice. "Okay. You guys still tagging along?"

The three of us glared at each other. I knew West was waiting for Thomas' answer. Yes? Thomas mouthed. I nodded.

Thomas turned. "We're coming," he informed them.

Dean pursed his lips. "Alrighty then. This will be an interesting drive."

"There," Sam mumbled, pressing the tape onto the car's ceiling.

Thomas sighed. "You do realize cars now days have lights in them? I mean, cars now days have back massagers and recliners. This….." He caught himself before insulting the impala. We knew our Dads' characters well enough to know that insulting their car was not the brightest idea.

Dean eyed Thomas, then turned back to Sam. "That's not going to work."

Sam had thought a good idea would be to tape his phone, with the flashlight on, onto the ceiling using duct tape.

Sam pulled at the phone a little bit. It stayed secured. "We'll find out, won't we? I need to read these files."

"And you're too lazy to hold the phone up?" West asked, rolling his eyes and leaning back against the edge of his seat. He was tired, I could tell. Even though he stays up to 5 a.m. every night playing video games on the PS9, somehow doing something while not looking at electronics wore him out.

"Apparently, yes," Thomas said. We were all ready to crash, I could tell.

I knew this wasn't the best time to bring up spoiling everything that's going on to my parents, but I knew I needed to. "Hey, uh…"

Dean turned to me. "I….I really feel like…." I looked at Thomas, my eyes begging for help. I couldn't do this, I felt like they'd kick me out of the car.

He must of got it, because he interrupted me with, "I want to tell my parents."

Dean's face became flushed with confusion. "Excuse me?"

Thomas shrugged. "Yeah. I want to tell my parents."

"Aren't you 18 by now, boy? You don't have to tell your parents anything."

"I don't care….I just…." he couldn't do it. I had to take over.

"Just stop Tom. Thanks." I looked at Dean. He wasn't my dad but….they looked so alike, considering they had the same body. It was awkward talking to him like a normal adult, not my father, who I can joke around with and let silly things slip and not feel judged. "I want to tell my dad. I don't care if it's a stupid idea, I do. If you don't want me coming, that's fine, I can walk back to my car, we're less then a mile away. But if I do come…I need to tell them."

Expecting Dean to pull over instantly, open my door and shove me out, I looked down onto my lap.

"Fine."

Slowly, I leaned up. "What?"

"I said fine." Dean had his lips pursed.

"Fine to go home?"

He shrugged. "If you want to, but you can stay and call your parents and tell them whatever. Just tell them exactly what's going on, because I doubt they'll believe you, girly."

I smiled a little. "Really? Oh gosh, thank you, I-"

Dean grinned. "Well, I'd want my daughter to tell me if she was doing something stupid."

The resemblance of my dad was breathtaking.

Maybe my dad is more like his character then I thought.

"Justice?!." Mom's voice was frightened when she picked up. She actually

burst into tears when I told her I was safe. I apologized over and over again, myself starting to cry a bit.

I told her the situation without lying one bit.

"-Red light-"

"-Dad and Uncle Jared's characters-"

"-Ebola is actually the croatoan-"

She listened steadily, adding on, "I'm so glad you're safe," as a reply to everything.

"I want you home, honey," she said as I was getting to Dean allowing me to call you.

"Really Mom? Can't….I kind of want to….I want to do this."

"You need to come home. Now."

I gulped, squinting my eyes. I had to make a decision. Turn into the stereotypical rebel child actress from a Disney show when I was 9 and daughter of celebrity I'm supposed to be? Or not?

"Okay Mom. I'll be home in 45 minutes."

I clicked off the phone.

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JJ clicked off her phone, her eyes hollow. "I'm…I'm going back."

Dean sighed.

I looked at JJ. Gosh. Although I knew she was someone to stand for what was right, that was tough to do, even for the goody-two-shoes she is. She peered up at me through her bangs, which had fallen out of the braid from the static.

Her eyes really did take my breath away. I've liked her since as long as I could remember. Although her being my sister figure forever, she always does make me so subconscious of what I'm doing around her.

The thing is, I know she doesn't like me. She likes West, not me. Not that that matters, now, as she peered at me through glassy green eyes. "I'm so sorry Thomas," she whispered.

All I could do was try and grin. "Why, J? You did the right thing."

She gulped. Then laughed a little, choking over her voice. "I…are you going back?"

I didn't want to think about it. I should. JJ would finally look at me as a hero for having the same conscious as she has, at least, I could dream. But this was something I needed to do. Why? I couldn't say. I just had the gut feeling that if I didn't do this I'd regret it forever.

"…I don't think so."

She blinked, then nodded. "Um…Dean, could… could you pull over so I could walk back?"

"No."

I turned. Is this punk trying to say he's not letting her go? If that's the case I'd-

"You're not walking back. I'm driving you back. I know I can be set as a cruel person, but I'm not that cruel." He grunted.

JJ sighed. "Thank you."

We pulled into the parking spot directly next to JJ's car. She unbuckled, and I did too, getting out of the impala first, since she was in between me and West.

"Are you sure your okay getting back?" I said. I had been weary about her driving home and dealing with all the pressure by herself and pressed her several times about it on the way back to the hospital, but every time she said she was fine.

She picked up her pack and swung it over her shoulder, grinning. "I'm fine, Thomas." She scraped at the crusted tears under her eye. "Thanks for everything," she told Sam and Dean. Then she turned to me…and planted a kiss on my cheek.

"See you in a while." She looked me in the eye, and a felt a small smile appear on my face without trying, for once. Did that actually just happen.

"Yeah…in a…"

She swung her body into the car, started it on the first try, and pulled out.

"In a while."

We were halfway to the motel we were planning on staying at when Sam finally decided to just hold the flashlight. "Dean…."

"What?" Dean asked, not turning his eyes from the road.

Sam's mouth was opened, "Dean…there's nothing in here."

"What?" Dean repeated, louder. "You grabbed an empty file?"

Sam held up a stack of papers. "No! Just, their blank. Everyone's name is gone, their DOB, they're all just, blank!"

It hit Dean, and he had to swerve quickly from hitting the breaker on the side of the road as he zoned out.

The men made eye contact. "Croatoan," they said simultaneously.

My heart starting beating faster. "What does this mean?" I asked. I turned my head and saw West had finally fallen a sleep, his head awkwardly resting on the window. I was wide awake with concern and worry.

"It sounds like….I don't know, man," Dean said. "Ebola is the Croatoan virus. Sammy he was right."

"I can see that." Sam slammed the blank paper into the files and stuffed it into the compartment. "There were probably 400 patient files in there under the 'ebola' file."

"There's only been like, 30 cases ever in all of U.S," I corrected.

"Yeah, I wouldn't be too sure about that," Sam said.

"So they lied to us? Is it actually airborne and they just aren't telling us to keep us calm?"

"Not airborne." Dean sighed. "So, I guess our lives are still a TV show, you watched the Croatoan 'episodes' right?"

I nodded.

"It catches by blood," He informed, turning left into the town. I could see the Motel 8 sign. "Maybe liquid, like, spit or whatever, but, I can't say."

"But you're point is that it is actually catching people?"

Neither answered. Dean pulled into the parking lot, and Sam bent down to pick up his pack. "Is it?" I asked, louder.

Finally Sam turned. He looked me in the eye, and I got wary again. My Dad…so 'young', although he wasn't necessarily "young". "Thomas," He said. I was surprised he caught my name, he must have been listening in on our conversations after all, we all thought he was zoned out. "The reason we came here is because," He paused. "We know you're world's future. Croa...er..., Ebola, is going to kill all of you. Within the next two months."

I thought about what he had just said. The words flew through fast in my brain. The apocalypse starting in two months time. Yeah, no. "Yeah, no," I said out loud.

"Yes," Sam said. "People are catching it. They've had it for a long time but, tonight, November 6th, 2026, is when it all starts. It basically is airborne." He looked at the motel. "Dean, we probably shouldn't even stay here. You know how bad this is going to be tomorrow. Probably half the people in U.S are gonna have it. We shouldn't risk it."

Dean had pulled the key out of the car, and was about to open the door. He looked at his lap. "You're right, but were should we go?"

Suddenly, my phone rang. "Let me get this, please?" I asked, seeing the caller I.D said Double J, indicating it was JJ.

Dean nodded, his brows furrowing in concentration.

"Hello?" I said into the receiver.

JJ was breathing fast. "Tom? Oh gosh, Tom. My mom., my mom she-" JJ gulped. She was crying, she was talking so fast and loud on the phone…

"JJ what's wrong?" I asked sternly.

JJ choked out, "My mom…"

"Is she hurt? Should I call 911?" I'd never heard JJ cry so hard. She was a tough chick, the only time I'd actually seen her 'cry' other then when she would take a bad fall or get a cut, was earlier today in the car. But this, this didn't compare to that at all.

"Yeah, I don't, Thomas, she…" JJ coughed again, sputtering the last word out.

"What?" I asked. "JJ calm down. She'll be fine."

Out of the corner of my eye I say Sam and Dean turn to me. Sam shook his head, mouthing, "she okay?"

"Tom…she…."

My heart starting pounding. Was Danneel hurt? "Tell me, J." I said. It tried to stay calm, she didn't need me freaking out over the line.

JJ gasped for air once more, then quietly, and ever so quietly whispered,

"She tried to kill me."

Will upload the next chapter probably tomorrow, but updates may be slowing a little bit. I only have one more chapter pre-written, and right now I'm suffering from writer's block so can't write :( Anyway, I promise Saturday or Sunday :D