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Chapter Thirteen: A Time to Fight

"No!" Dean took a step towards other-Dean, wanting nothing more than to grab the gun out of his hand. He wanted Sam to be safe and the abomination's plan to fail, but not at the expense of the life of a beloved father. Other-Dean had to stay alive to get home to his kids. But there was nothing Dean could do. Except try to talk other-Dean out of this asinine course of action. "Dude, this is a crappy plan. You can't go through with this. It won't solve anything, man. Charcoal-butt will still be alive and you'll be dead."

"If you pull the trigger, you'll be dead and will have no hope of defeating me." The abomination had no clue his words were mirroring Dean's. Actually, having that scum-bag agree with him made Dean feel a bit dirty. He'd have to take at least two showers… when he finally had a corporeal body again.

"I may not kill you today, but if I die, your plan fails. You get no second chance at this. And without the extra power from this ritual, you'll be vulnerable when the Dean from this universe gets back. And you know he will. He'll hunt you down and slaughter you like the pathetic animal you are."

"You wouldn't."

"Dude, you said that already. And I already told you I would."

Dean watched the interplay between them, feeling completely useless. Yes, there was a chance that other-Dean was just bluffing and had no intent on offing himself, but Dean couldn't be sure. Apparently an awesome poker-face was one of the things the two of them had in common.

"Okay look, if this is a bluff, let me know somehow. Like, nod your head or something."

He watched and felt a wave of relief as other-Dean slightly inclined his head.

"That was a nod, right?

A look of annoyance passed through other-Dean's face.

"Right, not a good time to talk. Look keep it up. I'll try to figure out some kind of distraction for demon-skank so you can gank Charcoal-butt."

Another slight nod. Then other-Dean continued talking. "You can't be allowed to win today, and I'm the only one who can stop this."

"I won't let you." The abomination insisted.

"How're you gonna stop me? Kill me? My finger's right on the trigger. Any move against me and my brains're gonna decorate you're floor."

Dean tuned the exchange out as he concentrated on coming up with a plan. But what the hell could he do? He was as useful as a freakin' ghost. Possibly even more useless. He knew ghosts could move crap around and stuff, but he wasn't sure if that would apply to him too and he didn't have the time to experiment. And if other-Dean was the only one who could see or hear him, then just how… Cas! Castiel would most certainly be able to see him if he'd just wake and get his feathered butt up.

Dean ran over and dropped down to his knees in front of the unconscious angel. "Cas, hey, can you hear me? Wake up, man, we need you. Cas, get up. C'mon dude, angels don't need sleep. So wakey, wakey and all that crap.

Nothing happened. Dean growled in frustration and, forgetting that he couldn't actually touch anything, reached out to shake the angel awake. His hand started to pass through Castiel's shoulder, but then he felt an electric-like shock run up through his arm. With a cry of surprise and pain, Dean jerked back and fell on his butt. He looked at his hand in confusion, then back at Cas. The angel's eye lids started to flutter. Dean had no clue what happened or why, but it looked like it was working. He got back on his knees, and then hesitantly reached back out and laid his hand on his friend's arm. Another shock ran through them, but this time Dean had been ready and had braced himself. When he pulled his hand back, Castiel's eyes opened wide. And then he looked right at Dean.

"Dean?" The angel's voice was barely above a whisper. Good. The last thing they needed was to draw attention to Cas.

"Shut up, Cas. Close your eyes and pretend you're still out. And to answer the questions that I'm sure are running through your head, I did some kinda spell in the other reality and ended up here. But not completely. I can't touch nothing and you and other-Dean are the only ones I can interact with. Anyway, Charcoal-butt's gotta be pushing up the daisies if we want to fix this mess. Other-Dean's stalling for time. We gotta take out Skanky-bitch over there before she puts a bullet in Sam. Then the other-me can finish this."

"I understand. Give me a moment." Dean could barely hear Cas.

"Dude, we don't have a moment!"

He got no response. Dean turned and saw that they were indeed running out of time. The longer other-Dean stalled, the more unsure of himself he appeared. A man who was going to kill himself wouldn't hesitate this long and his bluff would be called any second. Dean looked back to Cas, only to see him blink out of sight. A cry behind him alerted him to the angel's whereabouts.

Dean stood and spun around to see Castiel standing in front of demon-skank, his hand on her forehead. She screeched as the demon was burned right out of its meatsuit. The now empty body fell to the ground. There was a momentary pause as everyone stared. Then chaos erupted.

The abomination let out a severely pissed sounding growl. Bobby got to his feet and turned his shotgun on the abomination. Castiel's eyes rolled back and he dropped to the ground, thoroughly exhausted. Dean ran to check on Cas while keeping an eye on the others. Sam lunged forward to grab the gun demon-skank had dropped, while other-Dean dropped his gun and ran at Charcoal-butt.

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..Supernatural…Supernatural…Supernatural…Supernatural…Supernatural…

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Dean had been so absorbed in his stand-off with the abomination that he had lost track of what hunter-Dean was up to. He'd last seen him crouched down in front of the angel Castiel, but he had kept his own attention on the abomination. So he hadn't seen Castiel wake up and didn't know how he'd gotten over to the slutty-looking demon girl, but whatever he did to her had been effective. He'd watched as she collapsed onto the ground. Dean tore his gaze away and realized he now had his chance. He'd better take it.

As he charged at the abomination, Dean dug his fingers into the wound he'd cut into his palm, causing fresh blood to flow freely. The black-skinned creature was howling in rage and staring at his fallen minion. Dean figured he cared less about the life of the demon and more about the fact that an angel and a bunch of humans were upsetting his plans. Either way, the abomination was so distracted with being pissed that he didn't see Dean coming until the last moment.

Dean crashed into his opponent, and thrust his bleeding hand up, making contact with the blackish-looking blood on the right side of the monster's head. He pressed hard and rubbed it all around to make sure his blood would get in the bullet wound. He felt his hand burn as the abomination's blood got into his cut, but he ignored it. He'd won, he'd be going home soon, and that was all that mattered.

But instead of reacting with pain or shriveling up or catching fire or whatever it was that was supposed to happen, the abomination simply laughed at Dean. Then the creature grabbed his hand, pulled it away from his head, and squeezed it so hard that Dean felt his bones beginning to crunch and splinter. He screamed in pain and tried to pull away, but the abomination wouldn't let go. He grabbed the front of Dean's shirt with his other hand and lifted him up off the ground. Then, with one final bone breaking squeeze, the abomination released Dean's mangled and bloody left hand and wiped his own blood from his forehead. There was no sign of the bullet wound. He'd already healed.

"You can't infect me with your poisonous blood now, boy. It looks like you lose. In just a few moments I will complete the ritual and then you will die. And it will be the slowest, most agonizing death I can imagine." With that he stepped to the alter, effortlessly holding Dean in front of him like a shield.

Dean tried to get free, but he was no where near strong enough. Besides, the excruciating pain radiating from his ruined hand was making his vision gray out a little around the edges. But he couldn't lose consciousness or all would be lost.

Just then, hunter-Dean stepped into his view.

"Dude, I think it's time for plan B."

You think? Dean rolled his eyes at the rather obvious statement, but nodded. He waited for hunter-Dean to tell him what to say.

"Okay, ask Sammy if he remembers the hunt we went on with Dad in Newport, Maine. Back in '95."

"Hey, Sammy." Dean found that even talking was a chore. His voice sounded strained, even to himself, but he kept going. "Remember the hunt we went on with Dad back in '95? In Newport, Maine?"

"Dean, what are you talking about? You and I just met a couple days ago?"

"Dude, do you remember the hunt I'm talking about or not?"

"Silence!" The abomination ordered. Everyone ignored him.

"Yeah, but what does a werewolf hunt have to do with this?"

"Ask him if he remembers Dad's plan B. He should. He was pissed at Dad for months afterwards." Hunter-Dean prompted.

"Do you remember Dad's plan B. The one you were so pissed about?"

"I had a right to be angry. You… I mean, my Dean was only sixteen and what Dad did to him…"

"Yeah, well, it's time for plan B." Dean informed him.

"Be quiet, or I'll kill your friends." The abomination snapped. Again, he was ignored.

"You've gotta be kidding me." Sam exclaimed.

"Dude, plan B now!

Only a second passed before Dean once again heard the sound of a gunshot. This time though, he felt the pain of the bullet as it passed through him. And just as planned, the projectile went in the back of his left shoulder and out the front, finally finding its resting place imbedded in the abomination's flesh. Of course since the bullet had gone through Dean first, it had been coated with his blood when it entered the abomination and that was all it took.

The creature let out an ear piercing shriek and dropped Dean to the floor. The young man lay there, trying not to pass out. He needed to make sure this was well and truly over. He turned his head enough to get a clear view of his opponent. The abomination was clutching his right shoulder, where the bullet had entered. Sickly-looking red veins were popping up under his skin, which was looking more gray than black. His screams were cut off as blood began to pour from his mouth.

Dean felt hands grab him as Sam pulled him away from the nightmare before him. The abomination's skin began to rot away as the red veins burst and thick dark fluid rained down on the ground. Then the creature fell over, its body making an awful squishing sound as it connected with the cement. The abomination made no more sound or movement as its blood continued to rush from its body.

Dean turned away from the awful sight and looked at the alternate version of his brother, who was hovering over him.

"I think we won." He managed to say.

"Yeah, Dean. You did good. Just hold on, we'll get you patched up. Bobby's trying to wake Cas and he'll be able to help you."

"Oh, good. 'Cause, you know, this really hurts." Then he saw hunter-Dean looking down at him. "Hey, Dean. Nice plan."

"Dude, you're a lot tougher than I gave you credit for. I'll go get Cas and then…" Hunter-Dean seemed to flicker for a moment, then he disappeared all together. Dean blinked, trying to figure out if the other version of himself was truly gone or if he was beginning to lose consciousness. Before he could sort it all out, he felt an odd tingling sensation and then everything went dark.

Author's Note Part Two: Hope you all enjoyed. Please take a second and leave a review for me. Thanx.