Super Angel Chapter 6

A/N: Whew, I've been spending the last week doing film projects for Uni. Great fun; if you enjoy filmmaking, I suggest you go for it (within reason)! Also very tiring; today I have the day off, I checked out my fanfiction, realised I got about 5 reviews that I've never seen before (something wrong with 's email alerts I guess!) and I just finished planning out a brief outline for the next two chapters. Which means you get this chapter, and then the next chapter you get sometime later. But yeah, probs don't have it in me to write two chappies today. At least I have a rough plan, eh?

A/N #2: Supernatural is back with Season 5, woot! Anybody who has seen episode 3; that revelation Sam has at the end? I predicted that, last year. Makes me pretty happy that I had a prediction come true. Too bad I didn't bet any money on it...

A/N #3: I'm writing this a couple days later, I am about halfway through the chapter... Just saw Supernatural S05E04 - The End! Gave me chills; did anyone think of this story when they saw it, or vice versa? Muahaha, looks like I might have another Jensen to play with...

A man stood in the large, open study, staring out the stained glass windows at the murky sky. His head, distinctively bald, silhouetted him menacingly. Another man, a bulky number in a suit, entered through the double doors, approaching the slim bald man cautiously.

"Mr. Luthor?"

"What is it, Tanner?" replied the man, not bothering to turn around.

"We've got the report on that object detected hurtling through the sky last night. The human shaped one." Tanner lowered his gaze, as the man slowly turned. Lex Luthor scared the hell out of him, and he wasn't about to risk making eye contact.

"Don't waste my time. What did you find?" Lex snapped.

"We went to the crash site of the object. We found a crater in the ground, sir, but there was nothing there. The only other markings were footprints, Mr. Luthor."

"Are you telling me someone came and took whatever made that crater, Tanner?"

"No, Mr. Luthor. I'm saying that whatever made that crater walked out."

Alec threw away the last cinder block into the dumpster out back, wiping his forehead dramatically. He had just finished helping clean up The Talon from the destruction Clark had put it through when he was fighting Brian the Robot. Or whatever his name was.

Chloe stood by Alec, staring at him. Alec looked over at her.

"You're staring again."

Chloe blinked and shook her head in apology.

"Sorry. You really, really look like Jason Teague. Except maybe a bit younger."

"Look, I've had people telling me I look like a lot of people. I guess that just means my base DNA was from a freakin' model or something."

"Uhh... Jason wasn't a model. He was a football coach."

"You're kidding me."

"And he was rich. His family was pretty powerful."

"That sounds more like it," Alec mused. "Can you imagine what someone like me would be like modelling?"

"Don't be so modest, mister; with a cowboy hat and jeans, I'm sure you'd do fine."

Alec laughed out loud. This Chloe chick was pretty fun. He wasn't used to girls this cool; Max usually told him to shut up and just glare at him. Although that was fun in its own way.

Stepping back into The Talon coffee shop with Chloe, Alec saw there were already people reconstructing the place.

"Fast service," Alec commented.

"Yeah, they're on Lex Luthor's payroll. He's a bigshot around here too; until a while back, he was Clark's friend." Chloe led Alec up the stairs to her apartment. Clark was due back any moment now; he'd gone out to make sure Brainiac hadn't hurt anyone else.

"So Clarky has a lot of powerful friends. Figures." Alec wasn't too surprised that the Superman had connections.

"Actually, Lex only bought this place to impress Clark's girlfriend Lana. That's a whirlwind romance you do not want to hear about." Chloe put a kettle on the stove.

"He bought a coffeeshop to impress a llama?" Alec sat down on a stool by the kitchenette.

"No, Lana; it's her name!"

"Gotcha. What is it with me and names recently?" Alec wondered to himself. "So whereabouts is she?"

"Lana fell into a coma a few weeks ago when Brainiac ambushed her at Clark's place." Chloe poured herself some coffee, leaning back against the counter. "Did I mention Jason used to go out with her?"

"You know what? I don't think I can keep up with all this; it's just a bit too Days Of Our Lives."

"Now that you mention it..."

"Please don't tell me I look like that guy too! I swear that one is pure coincidence!" Alec spread out his arms in protest.

"Whatever you say, Future-Boy." Chloe sipped her coffee quietly.

"Stay back, Meg," Dean warned the ghostly girl across the room. Meg just grinned; an innocent action masking pure malice.

"It's okay," Meg said, mockingly putting her hands up. "I'm not a demon."

"...you're the girl the demon possessed," Dean said, holding the knife out.

"Meg Masters. Nice to finally talk to you when I'm not," Meg put down her hands, stepping forward, "you know, choking on my own blood."

Dean stared at her. No. This was not his fault. Meg stepped forward again; Dean flinched.

"S'Okay. Seriously. I'm just a college girl. Sorry, was." Meg flicked her gaze back to Dean's again; Dean averted his eyes. Meg stepped forward again, now only a hands breadth from the tip of his knife.

"I was walking home one night, when I got jumped by all this smoke. Next thing you know I'm a prisoner. In here," Meg pointed at her head.

"Meg--" Dean started, but she cut him off.

"You know, I was awake! I had to watch while she murdered people."

"I'm sorry." Dean said, lowering the knife. Meg glared at him.

"Oh yeah? So sorry you had me thrown off a building?"

"Well we thought--"

"No you didn't think! I kept waiting, praying; I was trapped in there, screaming at you: 'Just help me! Please!' You're supposed to help people, Dean, why didn't you help me?!" Meg stepped up to Dean again, forcing him to look her in the eye.

"I'm sorr--"

"Stop saying you're SORRY!"

Meg lashed out at Dean faster than he could see, throwing him to the ground. Dean hit the tiled floor painfully, as Meg towered over him.

"Meg, please--"

Meg kicked Dean savagely in the face. Dean fell back, his nose bleeding. He struggled to sit up, stemming the blood with one hand.

"We didn't know," Dean started, as Meg crouched down beside him.

"No, you just attacked. Didja ever think there was a girl in here? No; you just charged in, slashing and burning. You think you're some kind of a hero?"

"No, I don't."

Meg grabbed Dean by the shirt collar, pulling him up. Dean noticed a strange marking on her hand out the corner of his eye.

"You're damn right. D'you have any idea what it's like? To be ridden for months by pure evil? While your family has no idea what happened to you?"

Dean stared right into her eyes.

"We did the best we could."

Meg shoved him away from her, kicking him savagely again. Dean rolled over to see her about to stomp on his head; he held up his arms to protect his face.

A cry rang out across the room, and Dean looked up to see Joshua holding the iron carving knife, looking confused. Joshua glanced down at Dean, offering a hand to help him up.

"You okay, friend?" Joshua grunted. Dean got up with a groan.

"Yeah, I'm good Joshua. You?"

"Girl disappear. Knife not hurt her," Joshua said in puzzlement. He held up the knife as if it was not working properly.

"She's some kind of ghost, Joshua. Thanks for saving me."

"No problemo."

"How'd you get taken out so easily?" Dean wondered, wiping his bloody nose on his sleeve. Joshua huffed impatiently.

"Girl not have scent. Girl not make sound. Joshua still put up good fight."

Max sighed, pulling the needle out of her arm without the slightest wince. She leaned forward, brushing back a lock of Ben's hair, putting the back of her hand against his cool forehead. Her touch woke him, and he lightly opened his eyes, looking at her blearily.

"...Max?" Ben said, wonderingly.

"Ben." Max watched him sadly. He was still in a lot of pain, but the transfusion she had given him would heal him within the hour. Max forced a crooked smile. "Welcome back."

"I'm sorry, Max." A tear slid from the corner of Ben's eye, as he closed his eyes again. His chest began to heave slightly as he sobbed quietly.

"Shh, Ben. It's okay. You're a good soldier."

"I didn't... I just wanted to..."

"It's not you, Ben. You didn't kill because you were sick. You did it because the world was."

Ruby in Jason's body slapped Sam across the face.

"Ow! Dean! What the hell was--" Sam began, clutching his face.

"Drive the damn car, Sam! Get us the hell out of here!" Ruby yelled at him.

"Dean, there's people--"

Ruby in Jason's body leant over, head between Sam's legs, and reached out to shove down the accelerator. Sam barely had time to switch gears before the Impala screeched around in a half-circle, speeding away from the silhouetted figures still ominously approaching them.

"What in hell is goin' on here?" Bobby shouted from the backseat.

Ruby didn't answer, struggling against Sam's feet to stop him from reaching the brake. Pushing Sam's leg aside, Ruby made a fist with Jason's body and swung out to punch Sam in the gut.

Unfortunately for Sam, she aimed too low.

The Impala suddenly swung around as violently as Sam's ensuing scream. The car spun dangerously around, tipping to one side as it fought to cancel its momentum. After what seemed an impossibly long time the Impala crashed down onto four wheels again.

Bobby held his head in pain, having smashed it against a window. Sam groaned in agony, holding a different area of his anatomy. In retaliation, he brought a fist down on Ruby in Jason's body's head, which was still in his lap. Ruby was knocked down by the sharp blow; trying to get up, she bumped Jason's head against the bottom of the steering wheel, eliciting another cry of pain. She finally untangled herself from Sam's lap, looking at the other two in the car.

"You both okay?" Ruby asked.

"Dean, you bitch." Sam was going to take this one personally, then.

"What in the sphincter of hell is the matter with you, Dean?!" Bobby roared, clearly confused and furious.

"When I was down in the Pit, I heard rumours. They've got new means to attack us, guys; these are Witnesses!" Ruby quickly spun a white lie to impress upon them the danger they were in. Looking back out the window, she couldn't see the silhouettes anymore. That was bad.

"Dean, you think demons have something to do with Jehovah's Witnesses?!" Sam looked at Dean as if he was crazy.

"No, Sam, friggin' Witnesses! As in the Rising of the Witnesses!"

The door on the driver's side was suddenly ripped off, and Sam Winchester was sucked out of his seat into the black.

Clark entered the apartment above the Talon to find Chloe and Alec perched in front of the television, video game controllers in their hands. An electronic voice from the speakers suddenly declared "Game Over!" and Alec threw his arms up in the air.

"What the hell!!! This simulator is a piece of crap!"

"It's just a game, Alec. And yes, you suck." Chloe laughed as Alec threw a cushion at her.

"You cheated!"

"I did not!"

"Liar!"

Clark watched in amazement. Alec and Chloe were getting along as if they'd known each other for years; like brother and sister. Secretly he was envious that Alec had such a carefree nature about him; Clark could never have that. Chloe suddenly noticed him, packing up the video game console apologetically.

"Sorry, Clark, just showin' Future-Boy some mad skills."

"Mad skills at cheating."

Chloe laughed, trying to smother it with her hands. She turned to Clark, took a serious breath, and let it out.

"How's the update on Brainiac?"

"He's still out there. I tracked him out to Reese's Fields but he was gone by the time I got there. I had to evade some of Lex's people, too; he's seen me at too many crime scenes lately." Clark sighed. It had been a long night. "I need to be more careful in future."

"C'mon, Clark, you're doing what's right! If it weren't for you, I would be Brainiac's chewtoy right now."

"If it weren't for me, Brainiac wouldn't even be here!"

"That's not your fault, Clark..."

"But it is, Chloe! And now Lex is after Brainiac, too; can you imagine the havoc he'll wreak if he gets his hands on that kind of technology? And I can't even get information as to why he's investigating! Sometimes I wish I'd never saved him from the bottom of that river."

"Clark! Don't you ever say that, ever again! You're the greatest person I know, and it's because you save people, regardless of what they might or might not do, that makes it so. You are the light that shines--"

"Um, I don't mean to interrupt or anything," Alec interrupted. "But if you need a fresh face to scout out this area, I'm your guy."

Chloe and Clark stared at Alec.

"Alec, you look just like Jason," Chloe said.

"Oh god, not this again!" Alec muttered.

"Jason is dead, Alec. You would not a good spy make!" Chloe continued.

"Oh. Right."

"Actually, Chloe, Alec has a point," Clark interjected. "From what Lionel told me, Lex covered up Jason's death, so he's only suspected missing at the moment. If Alec were to pose as Jason, he would have access to resources that rival Oliver's!"

"Sounds like a plan to me!" Alec said happily, clapping his hands together and rubbing them. "Now what's this Jacob's last name again?"

Dean hopped off the bus, setting foot in Kansas, Lawrence for the first time in... well, technically, thirteen years. Looking around, he saw nothing but farmland and toppled surburbia.

"Something tells me I ain't in my version of Kansas anymore," Dean said to himself. Bad jokes. They helped him cope.

Before long he was standing before the old family home. It was the only house still erected; the others had all been felled over, as if the family home had been in the calm eye of a storm. The front door was open.

Dean cautiously entered. It was dark inside, despite the sunniness outside. The windows had all been boarded up. Yet none of the furniture was dusty. Dean silently walked through the house, vaguely remembering its layout. Nobody here. Time to check upstairs.

First he looked in Mom and Dad's old room. Pristine, untouched. Almost as if they'd been here just yesterday. Different from how he'd last seen it. Someone had gone to the trouble of restoring every detail to as close as possible to the original. Next was his old room. Empty. Bare. Wood flooring polished and clean. Only window in the house not boarded up. Curtains wafting in the warm breeze.

Finally, Sam's old room, where he had slept in a cot. Where Yellow Eyes, Azazel, dripped blood into Sam's mouth and given him psychic powers. The door was closed. The light was on. Dean took a deep breath, lifting up the pistol, other hand on the doorknob. Another deep breath.

Dean threw the door open, and it hit the wall with a loud bang. He lifted his pistol up at the figure sitting in a wooden chair by an empty cot, the silent figure not quite luminated by the flickering candlelights.

"Where's my brother?" Dean hissed, cocking the pistol. "Tell me now before I kill you."

"You're too late for that."

Dean lowered his gun in shock. He recognised that voice. As the figure shakily stood up, one arm gripping the edge of the cot tight for balance, left foot followed by a prosthetic, metal right foot, turning around to face him, Dean forced himself to look into his brother's eyes.

"Sam. What happened to you?"

"The Apocalypse, Dean. The end of the world happened to me."

Dean stepped forward to look closer, to see if it was real. Sam, his dark eyes piercing through the gloomy expression on his bearded face, an old yet new-to-Dean scar crossing his cheek to across his nose, staring back at him.

Suddenly Dean felt a presence behind him. Swinging around, Dean's pistol was immediately knocked from his hands, a forceful palm strike to his chest pushing him down to the floor. Future Sam's expression turned angry, as he limped forwards towards this newcomer.

"You! You godless bastard!" Future Sam spat on the floor, lifting a battered fist as if to hit the third person in the room. The man simply pressed two fingers to Future Sam's forehead, and he fell promptly unconscious, slumping to the floor. Dean looked from Future Sam to the newcomer helplessly, backing away from him as he stepped towards Dean. This was a supernatural creature, no doubt; a powerful one at that.

"Dean. We must talk. Alone."

"Who the hell are you?"

"I am Castiel. An angel of the lord."

"There's no such thing as angels."

"Good things happen, Dean."

"Are you the one responsible for this? For him?" Dean motioned to the shattered wreck that was to be his brother in the future.

"Yes. It has taken me a great deal of work to find you. I must return you to your time; you are needed. God has work for you to do."

"I don't care how you justify your hocus pocus, mister. If you're gonna fix it, fix it."

"So shall it be."

Castiel raised his hands, and a bright light flooded the room, drowning everything in white light.

Alec awoke to find himself in a hospital bed. His head was bandaged and Max was in the room, sleeping by the bedside. He stared incredulously. Looking to his bedside table, he snatched up a newspaper; the year was 2021.

"It was all... a dream?" Alec asked nobody in particular.

Dean awoke to see his brother, Sam, lying next to him unconscious.

Correction; Future Sam.

Looking up at Castiel, Dean spread his arms out, demanding an explanation.

"What the hell did that solve?"

Castiel only had time to look at him in confusion before suddenly disappearing.

Ben opened his eyes to find a girl with blonde hair leaning over him.

"Alec? Alec, are you okay?"

"Who's Alec? I'm Ben." Ben rubbed his eyes, sitting up.

"Ooh, boy, Clark, I think he must've hit his head pretty hard when he fainted," the blonde girl said.

"How did this happen, Chloe?" asked a guy next to her; "Clark".

"I just heard a noise and when I came in he was on the floor!"

"Who are you people? Where's Max?" Ben asked wearily.

"It's me, Chloe Sullivan, Alec." The blonde girl propped him up on a cushion.

"My name is Ben. X5-493."

"You're really not Alec?" Chloe asked. She looked to Clark questioningly. Clark peered around at Ben's barcode.

"It's actually different. He might not be Alec," Clark said, puzzled.

"I'm not," Ben replied. This was a very strange dream. "And who are you?"

"I'm Clark. Clark Kent."

"Superman?"

Castiel sat before Zachariah, listening half-heartedly to the stern punishment he was about to receive for leaving formation, traveling through time without the knowledge of his superiors and altering the flow of time in some undefined way yet again.

All he could think about was; if he hadn't switched Dean with his false double...

Who had he switched?