A/N: Thought I would give you guys another update! Hope you enjoy!
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Dean and Natalie had found a hotel to stay at for the night and Dean still didn't have no idea where Castiel was at. Either way it didn't really matter to the both of them. They were completely exhausted from the drive and all they wanted to do was get some sleep. Natalie was lucky enough to be able to fall asleep the minute they got into the room. Dean was busy brushing his teeth when his phone rang and it was Castiel. It was amusing to him that he was talking to Castiel, an angel, on a cell phone.
"We're talking about the colt, right? I mean, as in the colt?" Dean asked.
"We are." Castiel affirmed.
"Well, that doesn't make any sense. I mean, why would the demons keep a gun around if it kills demons?" Dean questioned. Dean could hear a truck passing on the other end of the phone line and he smirked.
"What? What? Did-I didn't get that." Castiel finally said.
Dean laughs, finding this rather amusing. "You know it's kind of funny. Talking to a messenger of God on a cellphone. It's you know like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped."
"This isn't funny, Dean. The voice says I'm almost out of minutes." Castiel added.
Dean closed his eyes and tried to hold in his laugh. "Okay, alright. I'm telling you , Cas, the mooks have melted down the gun by now."
"Well I have heard differently. And if it's true and if you are still set on the insane task of killing the devil, this is how we do it." Castiel said.
Dean sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, "Okay. Where do we start?"
"Where are you now?" Castiel asked.
"Kansas City." Dean walks over to his bed and sits down on the edge, grabbing the room key from the nightstand. "Century Hotel, room 113."
"I'll be there immediately."
Dean gazed over at Natalie before his brows furrowed in surprise at Castiel's words. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. No, come on man. I just drove like sixteen hours straight, okay? I am exhausted, Nad is still sick and exhausted. We are both human and there is stuff we got to do."
"What stuff?" Castiel asked, now curious to what Dean is talking about.
"Eat, for example. But in this case we need to sleep. Just for a few hours, okay?" Dean agonized.
"Yes." Castiel responded.
Dean nodded and sighed, "Good, so you can pop over in the morning." Dean said before hanging up. He placed his phone on the night stand and turned off the light. Laying his head against the pillow, Dean found himself falling into a fast sleep.
The phone on the nightstand began to vibrate and his stirred Dean from his slumber. His eyes fixed on his phone and he groaned before grabbing it. He looks over at Natalie, making sure she was still asleep, and answers the call.
"Damn it, Cas, I need sleep!" Dean silently exclaimed.
"Dean, it's me."
Dean sat straight up in bed, "Sam? It's a quarter past four." He rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the sleep dust.
"This is important." Sam said.
Dean's brows raised in curiousness and nodded his head, "Alright. What happened?" Natalie was awoken from Dean's voice and her eyes opened faintly to him on the phone. She could make out the muffled voice of Sam on the other end, explaining something to Dean, though she couldn't make out what it was. She tried to go back to sleep but her curiousness got the best of her.
Dean quietly get's up and grabs a beer from the fridge and sits back down on his bed, "So, you're his vessel, huh? Lucifer's wearing you to the prom?" Natalie quietly continued to listen in on the conversation, even though she probably shouldn't. All that she had heard so far, shocked her to her very core. Sam was Lucifer's vessel.
"That's what he said." Sam added.
"Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in, huh, Sammy?" Dean asked.
"So that's it? That's your response?" Sam questioned.
Dean shrugged, "What are you looking for?"
"I don't know. A-a little panic? Maybe?"
"I guess I'm a little numb to the earth-shattering revelations at this point." Dean said.
"What are we gonna do about it?" Sam finally asked.
"What do you want to do about it?" Sam was silent on the other end of the phone, thinking whether he should tell Dean or not. "I want back in, for starters."
Dean sighed, leaning forward, "Sam-"
"I mean it. I am sick of being a puppet to these sons of bitches. I'm gonna hunt him down Dean."
"Oh, so, we're back to revenge, then, are we? Yeah, because that worked out so well last time." Dean said.
"Not revenge. Redemption." Sam corrected.
"So, what, you're gonna walk back in and we're gonna be the dynamic duo again?" Dean asked.
"Dean, look, I can do this. I can. I'm gonna prove it to you."
"Sam, look-it doesn't matter-whatever we do. I mean, it turns out that you and me, we're, the fire of the Armageddon. You know, on that basis alone, we should just pick a hemisphere. Stay away from each other for good." Dean said. Natalie turned to her other side and stared at the wall before her. How could Dean even think that?
"Dean it doesn't have to be like this. We can fight this." Sam tried to defend.
"Yeah, you're right. We can. But not together. We're not stronger when we're together, Sam, I think we're weaker. Because whatever we have between us-love, family, whatever it is-they are always gonna use it against us. Yeah, we're better off apart. We have a better chance dodging all of this if we just go out separate ways." Dean said.
"Dean don't do this." Sam agonized.
"Bye, Sam." Dean said before hanging up.
Natalie let out a breath and pulled her knees closer to her chest, curling into a ball. Dean just turned Sam away, though Natalie couldn't judge him for it. After everything that has happened between the two of them, it made sense Dean did this. But, that didn't mean that it doesn't hurt. She closed her eyes and tried to fall back asleep.
Dean wakes up but finds that there is something amiss about the room. The clock on the nightstand was smashed when last night it was clearly fine. He tries to sit up but looks down to find he was lying on the springs of the hotel bed instead of the mattress. He gazed over to see the extra bed is empty and is bare with no mattress...and no sign of Natalie.
He gets out of bed and checks the room, only to find that it was all trashed and Natalie was nowhere to be found. "Nad?" There was no answer and he began to feel panic rise in him.
He walked over to the window and looks out to find a shocking site. The entire city was destroyed. Demolished cars in the streets, the windows of stores were blown out. Everything was just desolate.
Dean grabs his jacket and makes his way out of the motel. Walking out into the street, he feels an eerie chill wash over him. There was something unnatural about how quiet it was, there didn't seem to be one human anywhere. Dean hears what sounds like glass shattering and he goes to investigate. Down an alleyway he sees a little girl clutching a teddy bear and he slowly approaches her.
"Little girl? Are you alright?" Dean asked calmly. The little girl remained quiet. "You know the not-talking thing is kind of creepy, right?"
The girl turned around, blood was dripping from her mouth and Dean barely had time to react as she charges after him with a shard of glass. Dean is startled for only a moment before me knocks her unconscious. He takes a deep breath before looking around him and finding a large piece of graffiti that read 'CROATOAN'. Dean's face fell, "Oh crap."
A large group of people suddenly appeared from the entrance of the alleyway, their eyes were fixed on Dean. Dean turned to look at them and for a split second he froze in his place. As they began to slowly approach him, he broke out into a run. They soon began to chase him, out onto a street that was blocked by a chain-linked fence when a tank full of soldiers appears almost out of nowhere and begin to shoot at the chasers.
Dean stays out of sight and makes his way towards an alley. The gunfire continued and Dean tried to catch his breath. He had no idea where the hell he is or what was going on. The only thing he could go on was that Croatoan has now infected everyone. But just last night everything was fine...why now? "Nad...where are you?" Dean said to himself.
Night came quickly and Dean decided that it was time for him to move. He broke through a fence and on the fence was a sign. Croatoan Virus. Hot Zone. No Entry. By Order of Acting Regional Command. August 1, 2014. Kansas City. Dean's eyes narrowed at the words, "August 1, 2014." He steps back in shock and tried to absorb all of the information. The date was 2014. How was this possible?
Deans continues to walk until he finds a car that was decent for him to hotwire. He gets in and successfully hotwires the car before taking off. He takes out his cell phone only to find that there was no service. He tries turning on the radio only to find nothing but static. "That's never a good sign." Dean said.
"Croatoan pandemic reaches Australia." A voice suddenly appeared. Dean looked in the passenger seat to find Zachariah with a newspaper.
"I thought I smelled your stink on this Back to the Future crap." Dean accused.
"President Palin defends bombing of Houston." Certainly a buyer's market in real estate. Let's see what's happening in sports. That's right-no more sports. Congress revoked the right to group assembly. What's left of Congress, that is. Hardly a quorum, if you ask me." Zachariah began to tease slightly.
"How'd you find me?" Dean asked.
"Afraid we had to tap some unorthodox resources of late-human informants. We've been making inspirational visits to the fringier Christian groups. They've been given your image, told to keep an eye out." Zachariah confirmed.
"Where is Nad? What did you do with her?" Dean asked, a edge of anger on his voice.
Zachariah waved at him, "Don't worry about her. I swear she is alright. Well, at least back in your time she is."
Dean snapped his attention over to Zachariah, his mind rushing with various meanings to his words. "What is that supposed to mean?"
Zachariah sighed, annoyed with Dean's constant worrying. "Don't worry about it. You'll find out soon enough."
Dean tried to contain his anger and frustration and decided to keep his focus on the road, "What is all of this supposed to mean?"
"It means that your choices have consequences. This is what happens to the world if you continue to say "no" to Michael. Have a little look-see." Zachariah said before vanishing.
Dean opens the door to Bobby's house and walked in. "Bobby? Bobby, I'm coming in!" Dean called out. He begins to walking around the house, looking at everything. The place was fairly trashed and there were spider webs and dust, proving that no one has been around in a while. "Oh, no." Dean spots Bobby's wheelchair on its side and he sets it upright and see bullet holes through the back of the seat and dried blood.
Dean sighed, "Where is everybody, Bobby?" Dean walks over to Bobby's desk and opens up a hidden compartment and pulls out his father's journal. In the drawer he discovers a photo of Bobby, Castiel and three men that he couldn't identify and a sign. His eyes narrowed, "Camp Chitaqua."
Dean pulls up to the entrance to the camp and gets out of the car. He approaches the sign and gazes down at the photo to verify he was at the right place. He spots men patrolling the inside of the fence with guns and Dean makes sure to stay out of sight. His eyes skimmed the area and his eyes fell upon the Impala, it was smashed up and beyond rusted. "Oh, baby, no." Dean whispered.
Dean quietly approaches the car and gazes into the driver's side door, "Oh, no, baby, what did they do to you?" Dean begins to stare at the Impala when he hears something behind him. He barely has time to turn around to see when he is knocked out by another Dean, better known as 2014!Dean.
Dean regains conscious and opens his eyes, blinking several times to get rid of the blurriness in his vision. He moved his arms only to find that he had been handcuffed to a ladder. Dean tries to get free but it is no use. Across the room 2014!Dean is cleaning a gun.
"What the hell?" Dean said.
2014!Dean looks up from the gun and stares at Dean, "I should be asking that question, don't you think? In fact, why don't you give me one good reason why I shouldn't gank you right here and now?"
"Because you'd only be hurting yourself." Dean defended.
2014!Dean smirked and let out a small laugh, "Very funny."
"Look man-I'm no shapeshifter or demon or anything, okay?" Dean added.
"Yeah, I know. I did the drill while you were out. Silver, salt, holy water-nothing. But you know what's funny? Was that you had every hidden lockpick, box cutter, and switchblade that I carry. Now, you want to explain that? Oh and the, uh, resemblance, while you're at it?" 2014!Dean said.
"Zachariah." Dean simply said.
2014!Dean eye's went hard and he stood from his chair. "Come again?"
"I'm you from the tail end of 2009. Zach plucked me from my bed and threw me five years into the future." Dean explained.
"Where is he? I want to talk to him." 2014!Dean said.
Dean simply shrugged, "I don't know."
"Oh, you don't know." 2014!Dean said a little amused.
"No, I don't know." Dean paused and tiredly sighed. "Look, I just want to get back to my own friggin year, okay? I need to make sure Nad is alright." Dean said. The look on 2014!Dean's face fell at the mention of Natalie and it caught Dean off guard.
2014!Dean clears his throat, "Okay. If you're me, then tell me something only I would know."
Dean begins to think of something and then began to smirk, "Rhonda Hurley. We were, uh, nineteen. She made us try on her panties. They were pink and satiny. And you know what? We kind of liked it."
2014!Dean smiles at the memory, "Touché. So, what, Zach zapped you up here to see how bad it gets?" he questioned.
Dean shrugged, "I guess. Croatoan virus, right? That's their endgame?"
"It's efficient, it's incurable, and it's scary as hell. Turns people into monsters. Started hitting the major cities about two years ago. World really went in the crapper after that."
Dean nodded and soon his head perked up, "What about Sam?"
2014!Dean went completely still and his gaze fell. There was a moment of silence between the two before he spoke again. "Heavyweight showdown in Detroit. From what I understand, Sam didn't make it."
Dean could feel a sense of dread fall over him, "You weren't with him?"
"No. No, me and Sam, we haven't talked in-hell, five years." 2014!Dean admitted.
"We never even tried to find him?" Dean asked.
"We had other people to worry about." 2014!Dean answered.
Dean nodded and settled more against the ladder. He looked up at the other Dean with a bit of anxiety, "Where is Nad?" Dean asked.
2014!Dean remained quiet not even giving Dean a second glance. "I have to go run an errand." he said trying to avoid the subject of Natalie.
This caused Dean to narrow his eyes in suspicion. "Whoa, and you're just gonna leave me here?" Dean asked quickly.
"Yes, I got a camp full of twitchy trauma survivors out there with an apocalypse hanging over their head. The last thing they need to see is a version of The Parent Trap. So, yeah, you get to stay locked up." 2014!Dean said before leaving.
Dean huffed and his shoulders sagged, "Dick." He sits back trying to find way to get out of the handcuffs. He finds a nail and pries it out of the floorboard and uses it to remove the handcuffs. "Now this is much better."
I am splitting up this chapter and the second half will be up very, very soon. Hope you all enjoyed this chapter! Please don't forget to review! Xx