Super Angel Chapter 8

A/N #1: I've fixed the problem with not receiving review updates (it was on my end after all .) and enjoyed reading your feedback! Summer holidays have started here in Australia, so... you will receive about as many updates on this fic as you normally would. Nothing has changed!

A/N #2: Happy New Year!

A/N #3: Wow, I've suffered writer's block on this chapter like eight times now. Might be a sign to spice up the story a bit.

A/N #4: So what do you guys all dabble in? Would be nice to get to know the readers a bit better (beyond your common trait of being Jensen-lovers, that is!)

"Okay, Sammy; let's hunt some time travellin' sons of bitches!" Dean said, loading a clip of silver bullets into a pistol.

"Right... Dean, do you even know who did this to you?" Future Sam replied, shaking his head. Same old Dean.

"Angels, demons, djinns, witches, Marty McFly, Bill Murray, Hiro freakin' Nakamura; who cares who did this to me?! We silver the bastard, we salt his dead body and we burn it like Brooklyn Bridge!" Dean was talking tough; had to keep his game face on.

"What, did you suddenly grow stupid or something? Dean, you can't kill everything with a silver knife. Some things just can't be killed."

"The hell they can't-- hey, you know what? I'll bet it was the Trickster! Huh, yeah? Maybe he wanted to pull the ol' time warp on the other brother, know what I'm saying?"

Future Sam sighed, putting aside a rifle.

"It's not the Trickster; believe me on that one."

"Why not? This is exactly what he would do!"

"Okay, first off, all his pranks are ironic; this is just random. And second, it is not the Trickster. Just trust me."

Dean sat down, running a hand through his hair. Think, Dean, think!

"It was angels, Dean." Future Sam walked up, the mechanical whirr of his leg sounding.

"Jesus, I was just joking, Sammy. What, you believe that nutjob from before? I don't know what kind of bender they've thrown you on, but there is no such thing as angels."

"Yes there is, Dean. How do you think you got out of hell? The angels came and they fought the demons. But they were outnumbered, and when Lucifer came... well, this is the result. A broken world. And we broke it. We didn't co-operate, and..." Future Sam trailed off.

"Sammy, if angels exist, then what the hell would they send me to the future for?"

"I guess the lord works in mysterious ways. Even if we don't understand it, everything the angels did, they did for a good reason. I believe in that, whole-heartedly."

"WHY, CASTIEL! WHY?!?" Zachariah screamed.

"I don't know, Zachariah," stated Castiel. He was standing before his superior, trying in vain to explain that the Elder Winchester was somehow in the future.

"Do you have ANY IDEA what you have DONE? You've just LOST our most valuable asset! WE MAY AS WELL HAVE HANDED THE DEMONS THIS WAR!"

"If you would just allow me to return to the future--" Castiel began, but Zachariah cut him off.

"RETURN?! To wreak more HAVOC? I THINK NOT! Starting this very instant, you are on probation! CONSIDER YOUR WINGS CLIPPED!"

Zachariah raised his hand furiously, casting Castiel down. Castiel suddenly fell, onto concrete. He was no longer in heaven. He was lying in a puddle on the side of the road.

Getting to his feet, Castiel brushed himself off. This was a predicament. Looking up at the sky, he watched as a falling star streaked to the west. That was his Grace falling; if he wanted to resume his angelic duties, he would have to retrieve it.

Sam withdrew his arms from his face, expecting to find an angry spirit ready to attack. Instead he stared straight into the night sky. Above him on the overpass, he looked to see a figure lean over the edge.

"You alright, Sammy?" called out Ruby in Jason's body.

"I'm fine! What happened?"

"I dunno, man! They just disappeared!"

"How'd you get up there anyway?"

"Uh... one of them threw me?"

Sam chuckled at that. Getting to his feet, he looked around. Bobby was sprawled on the ground to his left, but he seemed to be okay. The Impala however, was ruined.

"Dude, they totally trashed the Impala!" Sam called out, wincing. Dean loved that car like a third brother, and Sam was not looking forward to the nuclear fallout that was about to happen. Sam looked on in apprehension as Dean approached him, looking at the car.

"Damn. Guess we have to call a cab; Bobby, you got a cell phone on ya?" Dean caught the disgruntled man's cell in one hand and began walking about trying to get a signal. Sam watched him curiously as he helped Bobby get to his feet.

"Bobby... does Dean seem to be acting funny to you?" Sam asked.

"You're just realising that now? Between the doppelganger and the alien talk, Dean is straight up ludicrous!"

"It's just... he loved that car like a child. Did you see how he barely glanced at it?"

"He was in Hell for four months; a man's priorities change, son."

"I guess," Sam replied, as Bobby walked towards Dean. After a moment, he hesitantly followed.

"Joshua! I never thought I'd be so glad to see your doggy breath face!" Alec declared to the seven foot figure that answered the door.

Joshua carefully leaned forward, sniffing the air. After a moment, he barked a laugh, lifting Alec straight off his feet in a tight embrace.

"Alec! You smell like cat!"

"Oof! Joshua-- lungs--!" Alec pitifully struggled in the big transgenics arms.

Joshua reluctantly put Alec down. Alec took a moment to compose himself, discreetly checking to see if anyone had seen the embarrassing display. After a moment, he stepped into the house.

"So I guess you missed me, huh boy?" Alec asked, shrugging of his shredded jacket.

"No, Dean good company!" Joshua replied.

"Yeah, Dean. You didn't mind that he, uh, looked just like me?"

"Not smell like Alec; no kitty smell!"

"Alright, I get it; enough with the smell! Can you tell me where he is?"

"Dean go see brother."

"You mean Sam? Let me tell you, that guy is a moody fruitcake. He does realise it's 2021 right?" Alec suddenly paused. "It's 2021, right? I didn't skip a couple years?"

"Dean know," Joshua grunted, walking to the lounge room. Picking up his paints, the canine transgenic began dabbing at a canvas. Alec watched him for a while, suddenly feeling right at home. Sighing, he left the room, going into the kitchen. A moment later, he called out.

"Joshua! What the hell happened to my Mac N Cheese?!"

Joshua woofled in laughter.

"Me and Dean have contest! Joshua win by half bowl!"

"This is a month's supply of food! What is he, a monster?!"

Clark sped into Chloe's apartment to find the two playing games on the couch. He inwardly grinned. Maybe the new game console wasn't such a great present to give Chloe; she was finding any excuse to play the thing now.

At the sight of Clark, Ben immediately put down the controller and saluted.

"General Kent; Lieutenant General Ben, X5-493 reporting for duty."

Clark was taken aback. "Uh... Chloe?"

Chloe had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing. Ben's seriousness combined with Clark's utter confusion was nearly too much.

"Admiral Sullivan promoted me, sir." Ben added.

"Admiral?" Clark repeated.

Chloe winked. "Maybe A.C. will let me borrow his army of fish?"

"What's going on here?"

"Clark, you're going to take Ben here as your protégé. Trust me, you both need this, and its our best shot at cracking whatever Lex has cooking. Not to mention give you some much needed backup if you run into Brainiac."

"Chloe, I don't think..."

"Clark, you've been going it alone for your whole life now. Ollie and his team are busy neutralising 33.1 facilities across the world. And strong as you are, you've been up to your ears just helping out Metropolis. That's one city, Clark. How can you hope to take on the big stuff if you're busy with the small stuff, and vice versa? Now Ben here has information on a secret facility in Wyoming, and dollars to donuts Lex has a hand in it. With access to the Teague families power and his transgenic abilities, Ben would be a big help!"

"...Admiral?"

"Shut up."

"Dean, are you ready yet?" Future Sam stood outside the family house, impatiently tapping his robotic leg.

"Locked and loaded, Sammy!" Dean strode out of the front door, sawn off shotgun in hand, sunglasses on, in what he hoped was the most convincing Schwarzenegger impression anyone had ever seen. Having a full arsenal of weaponry finally had him feeling close to his old self; in control, ready to blast any supernatural creatures back to the abyss.

"Why are you wearing sunglasses? It's night." Future Sam pointed out.

"Cuz ah am reddy to terminyate!" Dean grunted.

Future Sam just sighed, then turned on his heel, his robotic leg whirring away.

"Oh I see how it is, mister! Gonna flaunt that robot leg of yours all night?!" Dean scowled, running after Future Sam. He suddenly tripped over a chunk of broken concrete on the porch, his sunglasses flying off into the air as he fell flat on his face with a loud "Oof!".

Future Sam absentmindedly snatched the sunglasses out of mid air, putting them on in one smooth motion.

"Told you it was dark," he muttered, lifting the garage door up.

Dean just groaned in pain, face still in the dirt. Rising up slowly, he rubbed his nose, checking to see if it was broken. Sitting up in the front lawn, he looked over at Future Sam.

"You think you're cool but you're not," Dean retorted, rubbing the dirt from his hair. He suddenly stopped, peering forward into the darkness.

"Is... is that...?" he started, a glimmer of hope in his voice.

Future Sam flicked on a light, and Dean screamed.

In the most girlish scream he could muster.

For a very, very long time.

Future Sam just stared at Dean in alarm. What the hell...? He had never heard his brother make that sound before. Not even that time with the cat in the locker...

Dean finally stopped screaming and holding his head. He took several long gasps of air. Finally, he tore his eyes away from the horror in the garage, looking at Future Sam.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO TO MY CAR?!??!!? MY CAAAAR!!!!!!!!"

Meanwhile, Present Sam was in a payphone booth, talking to a towing company. After making sure the Impala was taken care of, he hung up and strode out, to meet with Bobby and Dean (who was actually Ruby in Jason's body).

"Car's taken care of, Dean," Sam announced, shivering in the night. He rubbed his hands together, his breaths coming out in puffs of steam.

"Yeah, yeah, can we get going now? I still have an ET to catch," Ruby grumbled. It was only a few hours on foot to the Kansa state line, and they could catch a bus the rest of the way to Smallville.

"Where's it bein' towed?" Bobby asked, as the three started walking into the dark.

"Got them to take it down to their salvage yard near Metropolis. We can collect it and take it back to your place after we're done in Smallville," Sam replied.

"Should've slipped them an extra fifty, gotten them to take us to Smallville on the way," Ruby grumbled. Jason was just as short as Dean, and had the same short legs; walking was tiring!

"And what, had them find out our credit cards are fake before we even finish the job? What's gotten into you, Dean?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Ruby muttered under her breath.

As they were walking, Bobby pointed out a figure in the distance.

"Are my old eyes deceiving me, boy, or is that man walking the same direction as us?" Bobby asked.

"Kinda strange, in this area," Sam agreed. He slowly unholstered his pistol, checking to see if it was loaded. It didn't hurt to be prepared.

They reached the man, who was walking rather slowly and staring at the stars in the sky.

"Hey mister, you lost? Need any help?" Sam asked.

The man took notice of them calmly, and greeted them with a knowing smile.

"The Lord has already helped me to find you, Sam Winchester," Castiel replied.

The reaction was instantaneous. Sam leapt back from Castiel, lifting his gun and aiming it at his head.

"Who are you?! How do you know my name?" Sam was about eighty percent sure this guy was supernatural; a clever trap to catch them out in the open.

"You have no need to fear me, Sam Winchester. I am here to help you and your brother... Ah, Dean! I've finally found you!" Castiel greeted Ruby in Jason's body, his hands spread outwards, unaware of the deception without his angelic grace.

Ruby looked him up and down suspiciously.

"Waste him, Sammy."

"What? Dean, who is this guy?"

"Can't you tell? He's a demon!"

"I am not a demon. I am an angel of the Lord."

Ruby's eyes widened. This was bad. She instinctively flinched away, grimacing when she noticed Castiel had seen her reaction.

"Angel? You don't look like an angel to me," Sam said, lowering his gun slightly. He wasn't about to trust someone purely on what they said, but there was something about this guy...

"Have you ever seen an angel before, Sam?" Castiel asked.

"Well... no."

"Then how do you know I do not look like one?" Castiel quipped.

"Damnit, Sammy; waste the demon bastard; he's trying to trick you!" Ruby yelled.

"You have nothing to fear from me, Sam. I'm on a mission from God, and He has work for you."

"Sam! Shoot him!"

Sam turned to Bobby for advice; Bobby just shrugged with a look that said 'I got nothing'. Sam turned back to Castiel, raising his gun.

"You will not shoot me, Sam."

"Shoot him, Sam!"

Sam hesitated, and Ruby snatched the gun out of his hands.

"If you won't, I will!" Ruby cried, lifting the gun up in Jason's hands. Sam tackled Ruby to the floor, wrestling the gun away.

"Sam! You have to kill him!"

"No, Dean! We're not sure!"

"I'm bloody sure!"

"Well I'm not! Listen, Dean, just listen!"

Ruby reluctantly stopped struggling.

"There's a way to tell if he's a demon or not. I wasn't going to show you this until I had to, but..."

Ruby inwardly sighed. Checkmate.

Sam got off the ground, turning to Castiel. Extending his hand, palm out, fingers splayed, he concentrated. Concentrated on the power he felt inside him. The power that he had harnessed from the demon blood in his veins.

Castiel stood there, looking at Sam with a frown on his face.

"Are you trying to exorcise me, Sam? We frown on your current methods, you know."

Sam put down his hand, a small smile playing across his face.

"What the hell did I just see?" Bobby demanded, silent no more.

"Nothing, Bobby. You didn't see anything. This guy isn't a demon."

"How can you know that?"

"I know."

Ruby sat up, looking in surprise as Castiel proffered a helping hand. She hesitated before taking his hand. A small frown seemingly played across the angel's face as their hands touched, but it quickly passed, and Ruby dusted off Jason's body. She had to keep her head cool; if this was an angel, he didn't know she was a demon riding a Dean look-alike. Yet.

Ruby would just have to make sure it stayed that way.

Clark and Ben sat on the rooftop of the Talon, under the stars. Chloe had long gone to bed, and Clark was getting to know Ben, and his abilities.

"So look over there; can you make out the wheelbarrows on the Price's Farm?" Clark pointed into the distance, into what any normal human would call pitch blackness.

"The ones with... red handles?" Ben squinted. It was a bit far to tell exactly.

"Yeah, those ones. What's it say on the handles?"

"I can't make it out," Ben admitted. The Superman's abilities were formidable. He guessed that perhaps up to half of his own abilities were derived partially from the Superman's genetics, with the other half were merely simulated powers taken from animal genetics.

"It says 'Made in Kansas'. So the farthest you can see is about three miles?"

"In the dark, whilst preserving colour differentiation. In daylight, my visual range is an effective 5 miles."

"That's not bad. Can you tell if Chloe is asleep yet?"

"From here, sir?"

"Don't call me sir. Call me Clark."

"Yes sir."

"Well?"

"I think... I can hear her snoring."

"Yup. Can you see her though?"

"See, sir?"

"It's Clark. I'm asking if you can see her. Through the roof."

"Through the roof? You mean with sonar?"

"No, no, X-Ray Vision."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Okay, so you don't have or don't know how to use X-Ray Vision. Um... Just... concentrate on Chloe, I guess, through the roof, really hard, with your eyes, and see if you can see an outline or something. I guess it's shifting your eyes to see X-Rays instead of white light."

Ben gave it a try. He concentrated past his feet, at the roof below, willing his eyes to see through them. After a long moment, he blinked.

"Nothing, sir."

"Keep trying a little longer," Clark encouraged. It had taken being thrown through a shop window for him to tap into X-Ray Vision at first; he wasn't exactly ready to try that on Ben though.

Ben took a deep breath, and thought of Chloe. Thought of her face, her voice, her laugh, her short form. He opened his eyes, and concentrated.

The roof of the Talon suddenly caught fire, and Ben jumped in alarm. Clark fought to keep in a laugh, instead drawing a deep breath and blowing out the ignited sparks, leaving a small burn mark.

"Whoa; wrong power, Ben. That's Heat Vision. Surprised you have that; Alec didn't seem to know anything about it. You must have a bit of the Kryptonian solar cells in your skin, otherwise you wouldn't be able to generate energy like that."

"Where did you learn about all this?" Ben asked, still a bit shaken. He'd started a fire with his eyes; nothing they'd drilled into him at Manticore had prepared him for that!

"My father. Well, a computer version of my father. Jor-El, at the Fortress, has been training me to use my abilities, kind of like how I'm going to be training you."

"You need training? You?"

"Even I need training. I don't know who you know me as, in this future of yours, but I'm just a guy, like anyone else. And Jor-El has been giving me grief about not being able to fly, so I'm in no way perfect."

"Flying..." Ben didn't know about that particular power either. He was feeling a bit faint.

"Yeah. So, Heat Vision. Interesting that you tapped into that particular power."

"You told me to concentrate on Admiral Sullivan through the roof," Ben shrugged.

"You have no idea, do you?" Clark grinned.

"Sir?"

Clark just shook his head, still smiling.

"Kansas?! I was just there! I mean, like thirteen years ago, but I was just there! Why did Dean have to go to Kansas?!" Alec cried.

"To visit brother. Joshua already say."

"Next you'll be saying his brother is the Superman! That'll be just my luck; meeting with Clarky and having him try and silver blade me! I won't survive that, Joshua; I can't survive that!!!"

"Chill, Alec. Dean-brother is Sam."

"Right, the angry guy. Much better." Alec rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"Or Fox Mulder. Joshua forgets which."

Dean shed a silent tear as he ran his hands over the wrecked Impala. There were scratch marks all over the roof; seats torn out, a door missing. It was worse than that time a friggin' truck had hit it. Dean slowly turned to face Future Sam, his eyes burning with fury.

"...H-how?" Dean stammered, barely able to keep from bursting into tears.

"Second Seal. Rising of the Witnesses. Vengeful ghosts ambushed us. Tore up the Impala like a mother." Future Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair.

Dean got up, strode out of the garage, and closed the door. Future Sam watched him as Dean took a long moment to compose himself. Finally, Dean took a pistol from his belt, and began to check it.

"Dean?" Future Sam asked.

"It's personal now, Sammy. They took away Mom, they took away Dad, hell, they took your leg. But nobody, and I mean nobody, touches, my, car."

Dean reloaded the clip into the pistol with a loud click.

A/N #5: Sorry this chapter is slightly shorter than the last one; I try to keep it above 3000 words to make it a worthwhile read. Cya til next chapter!