A/N I did it, I did it! *Does happy dance* Here is the final chapter and before the show airs in the US! WooHoo!

This is a longer one and just wraps up who knows what and how. A little surprise for Dean at the end.

Hope you enjoyed, thank you loads for the reviews, I will get round to replying now! There is another story on the way, one that is half posted on another site and that I kind of abandoned for this one. Pesky muse!

Thanks again folks, until next time. :)

It took presentSam a few minutes to recognise where he was. The back room at Bobby's. He sat up slowly, unsure of how he'd got there, his last clear memory of going to get Dean's jacket from the car, the Horseman, his brother's voice calling him. Then a fleeting glimpse of a hospital room, Dean on the floor, Gabriel beside him and then nothing.

"Dean!" He sat up, panic filling him as he did, until a familiar face appeared round the door.

"Though you were never gonna wake up." Dean walked in and Sam frowned, memories mixed in his head now.

"You died." He blurted it out before he could stop himself and his brother frowned at him.

Dean gave him a confused look. "No, I got knocked out is all."

"You sure? I thought," Sam raised his bandaged hand and stopped. "What the…." He looked up at his brother. "What the hell happened to my hand?"

Dean moved over and sat down on the bed. "They couldn't get the ring off."

"Ring?"

"Death put War's ring on you, they couldn't get it off."

"Wait so how did they…?" Realisation dawned in Sam's eyes. "They didn't!"

"I'm sorry. There wasn't any other way and you wouldn't have ever woken up again with it on."

"Did you have a ring on?"

Dean nodded. "Yeah."

"Yet you're awake and have all your appendages." Sam huffed.

A half smile crept across his brother's face at that. "The ring fell off my hand as I, the other I that is, was exorcising Famine. You still had yours on when your other half got rid of War. Seems you need a Horseman or a knife to get it off, and since we'd dispatched all the Horseman…..well, I'm sorry dude."

A little nagging piece of knowledge that Dean's words summoned floated at the back of Sam's mind but he couldn't reach in far enough to get it. He let it go for now, latching onto the most obvious thing instead. "Wait, the other I, I meaning you?"

"Using those college smarts eh, little brother? Yeah, I meaning me. Gabriel brought the you and me from 2020 back to help us fight the Horseman, seems we were souped up superheroes, swooped in and saved the day." Dean smiled. "And you got dad's grey hair."

"They still here?" Sam asked distractedly while he stared at his wrapped hand again. "They really cut it off?" He looked up. "Wait, my hair's grey! I'd only be 37! That sucks."

"Don't it?" Dean laughed outright this time. "They're with Castiel, haven't really said much to me, think they're frightened that if they do then they'll screw up their future, our future. It's weird though, I mean the guy is me but he's so not me. Dude is way to happy and touchy feely to be a Winchester, well this Winchester at least." He poked himself in the chest and then lifted his brother's hand. "And yeah, like I said, I'm sorry."

"So what happened? Last thing I remember clearly is going out to the car to get your jacket and then boom, I woke up here."

"We took you to the hospital and Death followed us, he got the ring on me and I woke up here. Not any more clued in on what happened than you are. Seems it's need to know and we don't so they ain't talking." Dean sounded as frustrated as Sam was beginning to feel.

"Can you get me some water?" he asked his brother, needing a minute alone to take in the fact that he was missing a body part and several days.

"Sure, you hungry?" Dean asked hopefully.

"Maybe later." Sam waited until his brother was gone and then started to unwind the bandage that was mummifying his hand. Once he'd got it free he just sat and stared at the space where his finger should have been.

"You'll get used to it. Can even use it to scare the crap out of your nephew when he gets here." Sam looked up as the older version of himself walked in and sat down on the bed, handing him the glass of water. "I don't even notice it anymore."

They sat there, each examining the other until presentSam spoke, the question really just more for breaking the silence than any real need to know. "Do we still hunt?"

"Occasionally. Dean doesn't like to though, doesn't really want to leave his family, so I hunt with Rufus when he needs me."

"Really? Dean doesn't actively seek out things to kill anymore?" His lips curled into a smile as his other half chuckled.

"No, he has two monsters of his own, a wife, two businesses and a brother to look after. His priorities have kind of changed."

"And us?"

"We run this place. Own half of it to."

"Bobby sold me part of the salvage yard?"

His future half shook his head. "No, he didn't sell it to us."

"Are you saying that Bobby…how did die?"

"Heart attack. It was quick. I…We found him." Sam knew that look, there was something the future version of himself wasn't telling and he didn't know if he wanted to push that door open. So he didn't.

"Strange, kind of thought that Bobby would live forever." Sam in the bed smiled sadly. "When did it happen?"

"About five years ago now, or from now, on our birthday, shocking I know."

Sam in the bed rolled his eyes. "Can we just get that date removed from the calendar or something? What is it with people dying on that day?"

"They do, don't they? Still something good happened that day to balance it up, Dean's boy Robert was born, same year Bobby died, in fact, later on in the afternoon. Karen was two days early, I was hoping Robert would get a day of his own and not have to share our lucky day."

"Karen?" Sam asked confused.

"Your sister-in-law. Wait until you meet her, you're going to love her. She's a pistol, got our brother well and truly licked." They both smiled at that. "He's changed and all for the good, never seen him so happy. Makes me happy too." He stopped and coughed. "Still a belligerent son of a bitch though when he puts his mind to it."

"Nice to know that some things will never change."

"And that some will?"

Sam in the bed smiled. "That too."

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Bobby was tinkering with a car when the dark shadow crossed over the doorway. Pausing from his task he looked over and smiled as the older version of Dean Winchester walked in and picked up a spanner wrench. "Need a hand?"

"Still know you're way about a car then?" Bobby grinned.

"My hands still bother me, but I like to keep my hand in now and again. I have to really since I own a car garage and a part share in a salvage place." Dean's eye were cloaked, hiding his emotions, voice a study in neutrality.

"Really? Did good for yourself then?" The older hunter moved away, uncomfortable under Dean's stare. "What?"

"I know what you did. I always had my suspicions, but now, I know," Dean answered, idly tapping the wrench on the grill of the car. "You shouldn't have done that."

Bobby coughed and moved back under the hood. "I ain't got any idea what you're talking about."

Dean grabbed his arm and pulled him out. "The salvage yard's this one. You left it to Sam and me in your will. The will you'll make two days from now. You're dead in the future, but then you already knew that you would be." The younger man crossed to the bench, put down the wrench and lent on it. "I admit the five year thing threw me, and the heart attack and then with the baby being born I just didn't get enough time to think about it. I'm right though, don't try and deny it. Master of denial here, remember? I died in that hospital room. You made a deal. You brought me back."

"Maybe it was Gabriel that saved your ass?"

"No. It wasn't. It all fits, I can see it now. It was you."

The older hunter went to deny it again and then saw the look in his friend's eye and knew the jig was up. He sighed, turning and wiping his hands. "Yeah, I made a deal. I asked for five years so that you wouldn't twig to the fact and the heart attack was Crowley's idea, guess it worked then?" He grinned at his companion.

"It worked. Although Sam's has now officially stopped celebrating his birthday, says it's jinxed, he celebrates it on the day after now. Although we still celebrate Robert's on the right day."

"Damn it, I forgot that it was Sam's birthday. Christ, he's died on it, you've bought the farm twice now on it and then I'm gonna croak on it too, no wonder he don't want to celebrate it." He paused. "Who's Robert?"

Dean's smiled proudly. "My son. Robert John Winchester."

Bobby raised his eyebrow. "You named your kid after me and your daddy?"

Dean grinned happily. "Oh yeah, cursed him with your name more like."

He got punched for that. "Ain't nothing unlucky about my name, now with the Winchester on the end of it that might change." Warmth radiated from the smile on the older hunter's face. "So you got yourself a family kid, congrats. I'm real glad about that. Real glad. Woman must be a saint though, putting up with you."

"Hey, I ain't like that anymore."

"She taught you the errors of your ways? That I would have liked to seen."

"That part you do get to see, that's if the future is still as it was, but I kinda get the feeling it is, since I still have this." He pulled out a photo from his wallet and handed it over. There was a dark haired woman kneeling in front of a Xmas tree in it, a baby on the floor before her and a little boy sitting x-crossed legged behind them, beaming at the camera. "Always wished that you had got to see the kids, guess now you have."

"Jesus, it's a mini Sam. Guess God did hate you after all."

Dean snorted his amusement at that. "Gave me my brother to look after all over again, fix the mistakes I made with him. Do it right this time." He wiped a hand over his face and then smiled again. "I got my revenge on my brother for all the crap he's pulled on me." Dean tapped the photo. "The little girl's mine too, her name's Samantha but everybody calls her Sammy."

Bobby threw back his head and laughed at that one. "I bet your brother loved you for that!" He patted Dean's shoulder. "You gotta a nice family there Dean. I always wanted to see you boys settled. What about Sam? He got rugrats?"

"Nah, Sam runs this place. I couldn't." Dean bit at his lip and turned away, wiping at his face again. "It didn't feel right, you know, you not being here."

The silence was heavy for a moment before Bobby broke it. "Hey. I chose to do what I did. Just like you did when you did it for your brother."

"It's just….." Dean stopped, cast his eyes upward and then sighed deeply. "You don't know what it's like Bobby. I…it's….."

"Dean, this….," he held up the picture, "makes it worth it. No matter what they do to me down there when I get there, I'll always know now that my sacrifice was worth something. I'm old Dean." He waved off the protest. "I am, and my life was finished a long time ago. I ain't doing more here than going through the motions." Bobby saw it as Dean flinched at the words but he keep going. "I get that Hell will be awful and that it could be forever but I'll live with the hope that your daddy and you both got rescued, both survived it, and seeing as how I'm downright brilliant and a damn sight more resourceful than the pair of you idjits put together, somehow, someday, I might get out too. Until then, I'll just have to suck it up."

Dean choked out a laugh. "If anyone can, it'd be you."

Bobby touched his arm. "Don't tell him though."

"Tell who? Sam? I think he already knows, always was too smart for his own good."

"No, him, you….the other you. God this is confusing. He won't handle it well." The laugh stopped him. "What's so damned funny?"

"You giving me advice on handling me."

"Habit of a lifetime, sue me."

Dean shook his head. "I won't. Tell him or sue you," he clarified. "You're right, 2010 me, didn't really handle anything well, this isn't something that I need to know. Can't stop it now if I did, not without doing something stupid." He looked down at the picture Bobby had handed back to him. "I don't do stupid anymore Bobby, apart from coming back for this but I knew that I had no choice with this." He tucked the picture safely away. "I'll be gone soon anyway, Gabriel said that he would be back in a hour or so. So, whatever we find out about what happened these last few days, we find out about it from you. Turns out that poker face of yours, it's better than I thought it was."

"Master of the bullshit, that's me." Bobby smiled again.

Dean stepped back towards him, hesitation in his movement, eyes dropping to his hands. "You don't know what you did for me, for once in my sorry existence I have something that I want to go back for, something to live for. You gave me that and I'll never forget you for it." He pulled Bobby into a quick hug. "I still miss you every damn day." With that Dean muttered a thank you, and then walked out leaving the old hunter smiling through his tears.

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It was strange, getting a hug from yourself but this person knew, in a way that no other person ever could just how Dean felt inside, he got him, hell he was him. "So, we make it to 2020 at least. That's a comforting thought."

"Yeah, we do."

"So is this it? Is it finally all over?"

His other half smiled wryly. "Dean, it's never over. You should know that, it gets easier though, and that dream that you thought that you never get." He looked over at Sam and quietly pulled out the picture. "It's there for the taking, you just have to be brave enough to take the risk."

Dean took the picture and studied the little family in it. His little family. That thought warmed his heart in a way that he had never felt before. "Hell that's me, ain't it. Risk taker?"

"Yeah , but this risk is one that you're taking for yourself Dean and if you fall, it's gonna be hard and brutal, but you know what?"

"What?

"You ain't fell yet, and the way you'll feel when you're me? It'll take your breath away." He lent in to his present counterpart. "She wakes you up every morning with a kiss and a smile that makes you so happy that it hurts. Who knew that pain could feel this good eh?"

Dean looked at the picture in his hand, tried to imagine what it would be like to have someone love him, have a home, a family.

"What's she like?"

"Apple pie and ice cream. Sprinkled with peanut M&Ms."

Dean laughed at that. "She's that good huh?" He ran a finger over the person in the picture. "Can you tell me how I meet her?"

"I shouldn't." His other half debated with himself for a second or two and then shrugged. "What the hell….she rear-ended the car."

Wide eyes met laughing ones. "And I still married her?"

"It's love Dean. Real, honest, kick you in the gut, love." His lip quirked at the side. "You still made her pay to get it fixed though."

Their laughter drew the others attention back to them and they watched as Sam came over and touched the futureWinchester's arm. "Time to go, you've got a birthday boy waiting on you."

Both boys stepped forward and hugged Bobby one last time, much to his embarrassment and his version of the boys' amusement. "You boys got soft in your old age." He pushed them off. "Still damn proud of you both though." He coughed. "Now git, you got lives to be getting back to." He didn't look at either of them just muttered something about work to do and left.

Sam and Dean turned to their future selves.

The two Sams shook hands and stepped back to let the two Deans shake as well.

"Well, thanks for coming back and saving our asses." PresentDean held out a hand and grip the hand of his other self, pulling him into a half hug and smacking his shoulder. "Say hi to the missus from me."

His other half laughed. "I will. Sam." He nodded in presentSam's direction and then stepped back. "Enjoy the journey Dean. I sure as hell did."

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EPILOGUE

Dean's heart was troubled, thoughts of Bobby never far from his mind especially for some reason when he held his son, watched him slumber. The thought that Robert was here, he was here, because of Bobby ate at him, and dreams of Bobby burning in Hell for them rode his dreams at night. His inaction to save his friend weighed on his soul.

Dean was sitting in the rocking chair in Robert's room, his young five year son sitting on his lap, half sleeping, lulled by the motion and the steady reassuring beat of his father's heart.

It was the familiar rustle that brought Dean's head up, turning it to the side, excepting to see Castiel or Gabriel. "Whatever you want, the answer's no," he said quietly as he did. "Crowley?" He looked round, confusion leeching into the lines on his face. "I thought I heard…..why are you here?"

"Been watching you Dean, and I got to say, I don't like what I'm seeing." Crowley tapped his head. "Or the thoughts in your head." He ran a hand down the curtains as he stood. "Got something to tell you that I thought you should know."

"Really? How about starting with, what are you?"

"You know what I am. I do crossroads deals." Crowley perched back on the window ledge, the sky dark and brooding behind him.

"That's who you are, not what? I heard the wings. Are you another damned angel?" Dean glared at him, trying to keep his voice down and not rouse his son.

"Funny you should use the words damned and angel in the same sentence when you're talking about me."

Dean frowned. "You're a fallen angel? How did you end up as a crossroads demon?"

"I never said I was a fallen angel or a demon for that matter, Dean."

"Yeah, you did!" Robert shifted in his arms as Dean's voice rose. "Can we not do this here, can't this wait until I settle my son before you give me your earth shattering revelation, or whatever you want to tell me."

"I said that?" Crowley shook his head. "You must have misunderstood me, moron."

"You said that if Lucifer killed mankind, WE were next, plural, meaning demons, meaning you!" Dean hissed quietly.

Crowley cocked his head. "I did, didn't I? Let's see, my father was the Devil and my mother was a fully fledged, bonafied angel. So what does that make me?"

"A bastard with daddy issues?" Dean offered and Crowley chuckled low in his throat.

"Such a sharp wit without the brain to match. You aren't one to judge anyone for having daddy issues Dean, I mean come on, you're the poster boy for the movement."

"What. Do. You. Want?" His voice was a growl this time.

"Thought you'd like to hear the little exclusion that I added onto Bobby Singer's deal, since I know now that he told you about it."

"Exclusion?"

"I didn't send him to hell, I didn't want to do all the red tape, so I recycled instead."

"Recycled? You guys going green now too? Why would you do that, why not just throw him down there?"

"I owned someone a favour for stopping the apocalypse and putting my daddy back in the box. Couldn't do it with your deal Dean, rules you know, but Bobby, well that was one that I could manipulate."

Crowley walked over and knelt down before Dean, reaching over to stroke Robert's hair. "Such a beautiful child, your features and your brother's colouring. Those same hazel eyes….wait, are you sure that those are your brother's eyes?"

Dean pushed his hand away. "Don't touch him."

Crowley grinned up at him. "You're son has an old soul Dean."

Dean bristled, hugged his son tighter. "How can you tell the colour of his eyes when he's damn well sleeping, wait, what do you mean an old soul?" He paused. "W-ait, recycled? Are you saying that Bobby and my son are........?"

Crowley interrupted. "Christ, I could almost here that penny drop there Dean. Like I said, I had a soul and your son was about to be born and needed one, so, I killed two birds with the one stone. Icing on the cake was you naming him after him." He clapped his hands and then held them up in apology as Robert shifted and Dean scowled. "Didn't see that coming. Thought for sure that you'd have given him John's name."

Dean looked down as his sleeping child. "Why are you telling me this now, is this you just messing with my head?"

"I just thought that you'd like to know that your friend isn't burning in Hell for you Dean. That his penance will be much worse."

Crowley grinned.

"He'll have you for a father."

Dean let the enormity of that statement slide home before he spoke again. "Will he remember?"

"You know what déjà vu is, don't you Dean? That's all that it'll be. Fragments, dreams." Crowley crossed back to the window. "Enjoy your life Dean, but do me a favour?"

"What?" Dean was still looking down in wonder at his child.

"Keep your family safe and keep them away from crossroads."

With a smile and a wink he was gone.

THE END.