Time Travelers Unite! Yesterday!
"REYNA!" Scottie yelled, "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"
Reyna sat with her legs on the table and her gun smoking in her hand. Once again, she shot Scottie's teacup right before she could take a sip.
"Sorry," Reyna smirked, "My finger slipped."
"You know what," Scottie smacked the rest of the cup on the counter, "it's your fault that we're stuck in this damn hotel room while the others go hunting."
"We still have Dean," Reyna pointed her gun towards Dean asleep in the chair in front of the TV.
"You know what," Scottie grabbed Reyna's gun, "I'm calling Sam. You can rot in hell for all I care."
"It's going to happen someday," Reyna smiled.
"I'm out," Scottie grabbed her bag and threw it over her shoulder. She walked out of the room and slammed the door.
Dean sat up with jolt, "Stop it both of you."
"Scottie just left," Reyna told Dean.
"She did what?" Dean opened his eyes and stared at Reyna.
"She was getting angry at me."
"Why would she?"
"I kept shooting her teacups."
"Reyna, you don't do that."
"I don't see a rulebook anywhere."
Dean got out of the chair, "Well let's go find her."
"Us?" Reyna stepped in front of Dean, "Oh no. She's pissed at me."
"You're the reason she's gone!" Dean dragged Reyna out of the room.
Scottie sat on the rooftop of the building listening to her iPod. She sat in silence as she texted Sam. After a few minutes, she heard some yelling. She pulled out her earbud to hear Dean and Reyna arguing.
"Where could she have gone?!" Dean yelled.
"Does it sound like I care?" Reyna hissed, "Or that I even know?"
"Just get in," Dean gestured to the Impala, Sam and Cas took Scottie's Firebird so they couldn't escape again.
Scottie stood up for a moment, she wanted to tell them that she was fine and that she was up on the roof, but another part of her wanted to see them look for her. She watched them get into the Impala and started to drive off.
"Dean," Reyna crossed her arms after a half an hour or so, "You're going the wrong way."
"How would you know?" Dean mocked her, "You don't care about her."
"Of course I care," Reyna sighed, "She's my sister."
"You're planning on killing her."
"It's out of lo-" She let out a scream, "LOOK OUT."
Dean looked up and saw a car going straight at them. He swerved out of the way and pulled over. It was night time now, even though it had just been just after one. And it was pouring rain verses the cloudless day.
"Where the hell did that come from?" Dean breathed heavily.
"I don't know!" Reyna seemed dazed, "What's that?" She pointed at a little café looking place with a neon sign saying "Broken Teacup Café"
"I have never seen that before in my life," Dean blinked a few times and drove over to it.
The inside of the Broken Teacup Café was filled with mismatched tables and mugs. Two kids ran around as the server behind the bar cleaned up
"I'm going to get cleaned up," Reyna muttered to Dean and then asked one of the servers, "Bathrooms?"
"Just go straight back," the woman pointed.
Dean walked over to the bar, "I'll take a Johnny Labinsky's Kentucky Whiskey."
"Sure thing," the woman smiled. She reached down and grabbed a glass, "Funny. I had a friend who would choose the same thing."
"Boyfriend?" Dean asked her.
"A friend," she finally grabbed a shot glass and started pouring. She took the drink and walked over to Dean. She looked at him and dropped the glass.
Her nametag said Guinevere.
"Dean?" She asked as the little girl ran over to her.
"Scottie?" Dean asked, "What are you doing here?"
She stammered for a few moments, "It's Gwen… How are you here?"
"I came looking for you," Dean said, "I guess I found you."
"Found me?" She picked up the little girl.
"Who's the kid?" Dean laughed.
"Mine," she told him. He stopped laughing.
"You're a mother?"
"Well of course."
It was then he noticed the ring on her left hand.
"Who's the lucky guy?"
And at that moment, a man came out of the kitchen.
"Hey baby," he smiled at Scottie and kissed her forehead, "Is something wrong?"
Scottie didn't say a word, she was still staring at Dean. The guy followed her gaze.
"Dean?" He asked.
"Sam?" Dean's jaw dropped, "You married… Scottie?"
Sam shrugged, "Well, it has been 25 years, Dean."
"What?" Dean was beyond confused now.
Reyna walked out of the bathroom to see Dean staring at Sam, Scottie, and a little girl.
"Did I miss something?" Reyna looked at everyone.
"So you two are married?" Reyna asked Sam and Scottie. They were all sitting at one of the many mismatched tables.
"Almost twenty three years," Sam smiled as he held Scottie's hand.
"But Scottie?" Dean asked again.
"The three of us searched the country trying to find out where you two went," Sam sighed, "We didn't think it would happen at first."
"Then, it kind of did," Scottie smiled and leaned her head on Sam.
"So after two years, you two gave up searching?" Reyna took a sip of her drink. They figured she would've been forty two years old so they let her take the Irresistible Bitch drink. Dean thought it fit.
"Not exactly," Scottie bit her lip.
"What do you mean?" Dean took a sip, "Where's Cas?"
"It's my fault," Scottie said.
"No it's not," Sam told her, "We thought we were coming close to you. Me, Gwen, and Cas all went to a forest. Demons were everywhere. Gwen was nine months pregnant-"
"You go," Dean smirked at Scottie. She didn't look.
"Everything was fine," Sam continued, "Until her water broke. I tried to get her out of there, but Cas insisted I kept fighting and he'd take Gwen. I let her go reluctantly… But then a demon came along and…"
"Sam, what happened to Cas?" Dean's smile faded.
"He's dead, Dean," Sam said, "After that, Gwen freaked out and every demon in the state fell."
"She should get angry more often," Reyna muttered.
"What happened to that whole fate thing?" Dean asked Scottie.
"Everyone kind of assumed Reyna was dead," Scottie stirred her Bobby Cocktail, one of the only nonalcoholic drinks on the menu, "So I became Queen of Hell."
"Why are you not down there?"
"I chose not to stay. Because of those demons, I lost three of my best friends. I didn't want to lose anyone else. I don't have to stay there because I seriously did not want to."
Sam gave Scottie's hand a squeeze, he whispered something in her ear.
Reyna sat up, "Secrets, Secrets are no fun. Secrets, Secrets should be shared with everyone."
"Va te faire foutre," Scottie growled.
"Gwen!" Sam rolled his eyes, "we're kind of expecting again."
"Three kids?" Dean blinked, "I'm shocked she's still alive."
Scottie muttered, "Ne fais pas le con."
Dean shot Sam a confused look.
"She talks in French when she's upset," Sam held Scottie closer, "She just told you 'Don't be an ass.'"
"I guess she hasn't changed," Dean smiled.
"You know what?" Scottie stood up, letting go of Sam's hand, "I'm so goddamn sick of you. I'm tired of waiting for you to show up. Because of you, Cas is dead. I'm the ruler of Hell. I've baked so much pie, I ended up having to open this Café. I gave up just last week. I stopped listening for that Impala. I stopped trying to figure out what could I have done. Because it's all my fault. I had to leave. I had to have you two leave. I had to just sit on that stupid rooftop and not do anything. I had to get away. And guess what? It was probably the best thing that ever happened to me. But I have changed. I haven't been hunting. I'm a wife and a mother. My name is Guinevere Scott Winchester and I'm forty three years old. I have two kids and another on its way. I'm married to Samuel Winchester and you can suce ma bite."
Dean started to stand up and Scottie slapped him without even thinking twice. He sat back down and so did Scottie.
"That felt good," Scottie smiled at Sam.
"Look on the bright side," Reyna said after Scottie gave her another drink, "Your kids will actually be normal sized."
"REYNA!" Sam and Dean said in unison.
"Sam's still annoying in the future," she muttered into her drink.
"Gwen?" Sam asked as Scottie sat on the windowsill, staring up at the stars.
"Yes?" Gwen didn't look away.
"Are you okay?" Sam sat over by her.
"I think I'm going to die," She looked over at him, "I was told if Reyna's alive, they'll find me and kill me. I don't want that."
"I won't let them hurt you, Sam wrapped his arms around her and kissed her head.
"They will though," Scottie muttered into Sam's chest.
"You were born on a Thursday, remember?" Sam smiled, "Wherever Cas is, he's watching over you."
"But he's dead, Sam," Scottie muttered as tears started building.
"Ssshh," Sam rubbed her back, "you're they're leader. They wouldn't dream of hurting you. Let's not forget, you're Azazel's daughter. You can cause fires, you have telekinesis. Not many demons can do that."
"I'm only half. And I still hate it."
"Let's not forget I have demon blood in me too."
"You drank it."
"Exactly."
Scottie laughed a little, "Thanks, Sam. It made me feel better."
"You're up early," Scottie rubbed her eyes to find Dean sitting in the café. Their home was the upper level of the café for easy access.
"I couldn't help but think about what you said," Dean told her.
"About what?" She sat down across the table from Dean.
"You being the happiest you've ever been. Are you sure?"
"Yes," She crossed her arms.
"Where I come from, you were happy to get away from responsibilities. Now you're happy with having a family? With Sam of all people?"
"Is there a problem with Sam?"
"He was Lucifer's vessel."
"And I'm the Queen of Hell. Also if memory serves right, you're the one who killed my dad. Not Sam."
"He killed my parents."
"Does that give me the right to kill you?"
They looked at each other and laughed for a moment.
"Broken Teacup café?" Dean asked afterwards.
"I named it after Reyna," Scottie smiled, "She was shooting my teacups."
"Name anything after me?"
"Deana, she's our daughter."
"How sweet. What's the other one?"
"Elliot."
"Are you sure you're happy?"
Scottie was quiet for a moment, "I was."
"Was?"
She hesitated, "I was told that if Reyna came back… They'd come after me."
"Who'd come after you?"
"Hellhounds," Scottie looked him in the eye, "Sam thinks he can save me, but I know that's a load of merde. You need to go back. If they find you…"
"It's easy to get rid of hellhounds," Dean smiled, "Just get a Devil's shoelace and you're safe."
"Oh really?" Scottie rolled her eyes as Dean nodded, "I'm smarter than that Dean. I was told that 24 hours after she returns, I'm going to be mauled. No matter what. And it's all your fault."
"My fault?" Dean blinked, "I return and I'm the reason you're going to 'die'?" He did air quotes around died.
"I'm not going to 'die' Dean," Scottie mocked his air quotes, "I'm going to die." The clock rang 5 AM. She looked at the clock, "I'm going to check on Deana. I want you and Reyna out of here by the time I'm dead. I don't want you near my kids or me. You have 15 hours."
She stood up and walked away.
"One second," Dean stood up and looked at her, "Why haven't your eyes turned yellow. All you used to have to do is just yell and boom. Azazel's flesh and blood."
"Like I said," Scottie didn't turn around, "I've changed."
"Why did you change to 'Gwen' anyway?"
Scottie hesitated, "After Cas died. I realized I hated being Scottie, the badass hunter. I wanted to be Gwen, the family oriented mother."
Fourteen hours later, Dean and Reyna were still there.
"Alright Elliot, Deana," Scottie looked at her son, "It's time to say goodnight to daddy!"
They ran over to Sam and he picked them up in his arms and kissed both of them. He handed them to Scottie and she kissed Sam on the cheek.
"Could you two not show off as much?" Reyna rolled her eyes.
"We have kids, Reyna," Sam mixed her a Fairy Drink, "Of course we're going to show them off. You don't?"
"Of course we don't have kids," Reyna said as Sam handed her the drink, "We just somehow transported 25 years into the future."
"So you two didn't marry in Vegas like we bet you would?" Sam started to clean up the bar.
"Why would we?" Dean asked as he drank a Devil's Delight.
"That's what we pretty much did."
"Vegas?" Reyna took a sip, "Scottie always wanted to get married in a castle."
"Well," Sam smiled, "the only two people who really cared about us still were Garth and Cas."
Scottie returned and looked at the clock, "Why are you still here, Dean"
"Can't I just talk to my brother without you nagging me?" Dean looked at her.
"I have less than fifteen minutes," Scottie pointed to the clock, "I'm going to die, Dean."
"Die?" Reyna looked at her sister, "Why are you going to die?"
"Hellhounds," Scottie bit her lip.
"Since there was no proof that you died," Sam spoke up, "Hellhounds are supposed to come after her to make Reyna Queen."
"But why?" Reyna asked.
"It's just what is supposed to happen."
Scottie let a tear fall down her cheek, "Sam, please just pack your things. I don't want you to see. Same with you Reyna."
"What about me?" Dean asked as Reyna stood up.
"Someone needs to drive Reyna out of here."
"That doesn't mean were going to get back to our time."
"Yes you will," Scottie looked at the clock, ten minutes, "Just hurry up okay?"
Reyna walked back to her room. Sam walked over to Scottie.
"I'm not leaving you," Sam lifted her head.
"You have to, Sam," Scottie let the tears fall, "There's no way around this. I want you to take Elliot and Deana and get out of here."
"But Gwen-"
"My past is coming after me so get. Out." Her eyes glowed yellow.
She looked at the time again, five minutes.
Sam kissed her and hugged her tightly, "I love you."
"Tell that to me again twenty five years ago."
Dean watched the two of them say their goodbyes and then looked away.
"Take it, Sam," Dean handed him a shotgun filled with rock-salt.
"But-"
"Scottie is not dying on my watch," Dean smirked at her.
"Dean," Scottie stepped forward. The sound of the clock hitting eight sounded again. And then it stopped, "My powers are stronger than ever." She felt tears roll down her cheeks.
They could hear a few dogs barking beyond the front door.
"Dean!" Sam pointed his shotgun towards the door.
"No!" Scottie yelled, "Just grab your things!"
"Gwen, I'm not leaving you!"
"It's not Gwen, Sam," Scottie looked at him, "It's Scottie." She changed her focus to Dean, "Dean, grab Reyna and run. NOW DEAN GO."
Before Dean could react, the back door flew open and Scottie gasped. She was dragged by her ankles and was started to be ripped apart.
"Dean! Go!" She managed to scream.
Dean ran around her and grabbed Reyna.
"Dean?" Reyna asked as Dean grabbed her wrist.
"They found her," Dean pulled her out.
"Hellhounds?"
Dean nodded and they both managed to get outside and reach the Impala. They drove away full speed to see the exact same car come after them. They dodged again and appeared in the cloudless day instead of the night. They kept driving to find the hotel.
Scottie stood up from the rooftop, looking down at them.
"Scottie," Dean looked up at her, "Get down from there."
She hesitated and followed the orders, "How did you find me?"
"Just a hunch," Dean smiled at her.
At that moment, Sam and Cas appeared in the Firebird.
"Sam?" Dean looked at him.
"Uh…" Sam climbed out, "Yeah?"
Dean walked over to him and hugged him tightly.
"Am I missing something?" Cas looked at Reyna.
"We went to the future," Reyna explained as Dean let go of Sam, "Twenty five years."
"Is Sam dead or something?" Scottie asked.
"No," Dean smiled again at her, "Worse."
"What?"
"He's married to you."
Sam and Scottie looked at each other for a second and said in unison, "What?"
"Come on, Gwen ," Dean looked at Scottie.
Scottie didn't say anything. She just watched Dean's plaid shirt burst into flames.
"Could you quit that?" Dean patted the sleeve.
"I don't think so," Scottie smirked at him.
The End.