Author's Note:

Hey guys, thanks again for reading :) I'm still in shock over the season finale. I take a while to get over these things (it hasn't even been a week gimme a break XP) I had written the last chapter with this one attached, it ended up being over 4000 words so I figured it was cool to chop it in half and make my usual shorter chapter lengths. Sorry to those of you who enjoy long chapters.

I don't really know if people like this story as much as I had imagined ahaha I'm so spoiled after writing the Angel Training series XD OH! Almost forgot; also I'm making a comic out of The Ugly Duckling fic. The first page of chapter 1 is up on my deviant art account as well as my tumblr (links to my accounts are on my profile page).

Fallout Part 3

Jet groaned and immediately tried to bring a hand to his face, only to find he was bound and unable to move freely. "What the hell?" He looked around a little deliriously, his head swimming from the blows he'd taken. He could remember going to the next world and being alone but he was having trouble remember exactly why he had been unconscious. "What happened to that mutant cow thing?"

He didn't get an answer but he did hear people approaching, someone saying something about 'he's awake'. "This can't be good…" Jet muttered when he saw the heavy artillery the guys were carrying, big guns, little guns, knives, bats and one of them seemed to have some kind of metal knuckle on.

"What are you?" The question was gruffly asked and more threatening than curious.

"Human." Jet never did well with this kind of thing.

"Why do you look like Jet?"

"Because I am Jet- Listen, you gotta ask better questions than this, they're kind of hard to answer properly." Jet knew his smart mouth would get him hit again, and it did. He took a solid kick to the stomach for that one. "Shit… You guys aren't playing around, huh?"

The bigger guy grabbed a fistful of hair and forced Jet's head up to look him in the eye. Not that Jet wouldn't have, but this dude apparently needed a show of dominance. Their faces were so close he could smell the guy's breath, another intimidation tactic he'd wager. "Why do you look like Jet? Where are you from? Who sent you here?"

Jet chuckled and pushed his head up against the guy's hand to try and loosen the grip he had on his hair. "I'm from another dimension, I'm here with three others who are probably duplicates of people you know named Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, and Castiel."

"You know the blue-eyed monster?" The other interrogator asked, his tone so much less intimidating than his partner that it nearly made Jet laugh.

"When you say 'blue eyed monster' I'm assuming you mean Cas? I do know a Cas, yeah. He also has blue eyes but he's no monster, he's a High priest of whatever. Big to-do upstairs, if you know what I mean."

"I don't." The gruff one snarled into his face again, dragging his head up more.

"You either hate the Jet that you know," Jet murmured, trying to sound like hair pulling didn't bother him, "Or you have some kind of crush on the guy. Either way, I really hope you aren't getting off on seeing me like this."

His close-and-personal interrogator dropped him after that one, giving a good punch to the gut with his metal knuckle. Jet wheezed and coughed in response, his body wanting to curl in on itself though he was bound too tightly for that. It was a weird position to be in, there were stakes in the ground to chain his legs down while his arms were behind his back around what he figured was a flagpole. He had a bit of wiggle room but not much, not enough to shield his stomach from any further hits.

"You son of a bitch…" He growled, "When they come to untie me you're the first fucker I'm going to hit."

"Not too scared of you, little man."

"No, but you are a little." Jet smirked, he wasn't sure what reputation his other self had but apparently it was pretty epic to get guys as tough as that to fear him.

"Little shit, I'm gonna ground you into the dirt-"

"Hey, he gave us answers we should report it." The other one tried to stop his partner though the big guy would have none of it.

"Back off, I'm going to teach this bastard a lesson first." The guy wound up and cracked into Jet again; loving the pained noises it earned him.

"Man, come on, Jet'll be pissed if we do more than get answers."

"Screw 'im! If he wanted it done a certain way he'd have come here to do it himself." He wound up again this time his partner catching his arm.

"He's trusting us to do it right, this is a big deal. We've barely done anything to help and now he's given us a job, just do what's necessary and then leave it at that."

"How do you know he doesn't want us to beat this imposter to a pulp? I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want anyone tarnishing his rep." The big guy pulled away and grabbed Jet by the hair again, expecting to see distress or at least a little bit of pained tears. He was expecting begging but all he got was a steady stare, Jet wasn't wincing or snarling or anything, just staring at his abuser.

"Do it." Jet said evenly.

"Fucker…" The interrogator clenched his fist, "You mocking me?"

"I said, 'do it'." Jet said again, "Let's see how this ends."

The guy shouted and started beating into his captive, not letting up even when his partner tried to get his attention. "You little fuck! Stop staring at me like you're him! You're some imposter, you're not as strong so why aren't you breaking!?" He hollered loud enough that he didn't hear the footsteps approaching from behind him, or the sound of a cocked rifle until it was too late. He felt cold steel against his skull which shut him up long enough to hear the blue-eyed monster's voice.

"You're lower than dirt, you piece of shit." Castiel hissed before pulling the trigger in cold blood, the bullet going right through his target and barely missing Jet's own head.

"Jet!" Dean shouted and booked it to his friend's side, "Man, are you okay? Jet? Look at me," he tried to nudge Jet's face but his head only lolled to one side. Jet was unconscious, his face beaten and bloody along with the rest of his torso. His attacker hadn't quite focused on anything specific in a fit of rage, thankfully for Jet's sake. "Man…" Dean swallowed past a growing lump in his throat; he didn't know what to do. Cas healed quickly, he healed quickly, but Sam and Jet hadn't been injured yet. He had no idea how to fix this, the magic he'd learned didn't come with healing as far as he knew, it was all catered to the Void creatures.

"Untie him," Castiel looked at the terrified ex-slave menacingly, "or I'll shoot you too."

"Right away, sir." The smaller guy went and fumbled with the lock on Jet's wrists first, allowing Dean a better angle to hold him. "I'm sorry, I couldn't stop him."

Dean glared at him at first but realized that this guy was just a kid, a teenager at the youngest. "It's… it's okay. He's pretty tough."

"Yeah, he's Jet." The guy replied sheepishly after unfastening the rope from Jet's ankles.

"Glad to know this isn't the Jet from this reality," Castiel shrugged and started toward the entrance, "Get him to medical, I'll come by to question you more later."

Sam nodded though he was pretty surprised they were granted so much freedom so easily. Wasn't that the same guy that had them at gunpoint the whole way back? Maybe this was his way of saying he was sorry their friend was brutally assaulted by his allies, Sam decided. He looked back over at Dean who was awkwardly lifting Jet up and trying to carry him. Dean quickly discovered that Jet was larger and much heavier than Castiel; he couldn't carry him the same way.

"Need help?" Sam asked sadly.

"Yeah…" Dean grunted and lowered Jet down again, "Gotta figure out how to carry him…"

"Here, hold him up for a second," Sam had Dean attempt the bridal style carrying again except this time he intercepted and pulled Jet onto his back. Sam adjusted the weight a little and propped Jet's legs up under his arms, holding tightly to his friend's thighs to keep him in one place. "Alright, got him, let's find this medical place."

"I'll lead you," The fearful ex-slave piped in again, "It's the least I could do."

"Thanks squirt," Dean smiled and ruffled the teen's hair, "What's your name?"

"Tom."

"I'm Dean, that's Sam."

"I know who you are, but you look a lot better than I saw you last time, or, I guess the other you." The youth blinked a few times looking Dean over. "It's nice to see you not ghoulified."

"Ghoulified?" Dean made a face at that, not sure how to feel about it.

"Yeah, like a ghoul, you know, all decayed and dead lookin'."

Sam snickered, "Gross."

"Careful though," The boy warned, "Don't insult him or Cas'll shoot you dead."

"Cas is sleeping with a zombie?" Dean wasn't sure how twisted his face could get but he was pushing his luck.

"Yep, he's got a reputation for being real mean with a soft spot only for Dean. I guess it fits though; blue-eyed monster falls in love with a man who turns into a ghoul. They're a good match."

"That's just sick and wrong." Dean shook his head, hoping to get those comments out before he earned himself a bullet to the brain. "So is Cas always like that?"

"Sure is," Tom nodded, showing them through the somewhat cleared streets. The place looked damn near livable, though it was still a total disaster. "Castiel is known as the fiercest raider in all the Capital Wasteland. Raiders are already known to have nasty tempers, so that's normal. He's always kinda been rough around the edges, Sam says that he means well but doesn't know how to show it properly."

"Sounds like a peach." Dean muttered.

"I think I should check the journal soon," Sam sighed strained to speak normally though Jet's weight wasn't exactly easy on him. "See what we're up against here so we can get out as soon as possible."

"Yeah, this place doesn't exactly scream friendly, does it?" Dean said as he looked around them, every possible weak spot was guarded by someone with a gun and even then there were places where heavy weaponry like cannons were placed. "What do you need all this stuff for?"

"Mutants, monsters, raiders, slavers, super mutants, you name it." Tom opened the door of their medical clinic, "Bring him in here, I'm sure someone'll look at him right away. Remember to stay here after too, Cas said he'd come looking for you and he might get mad if you aren't where he said to go."

"Got it, thanks kid." Dean smiled and gave the teen a wave before he ran off. As much as Dean wanted to try and keep his attention off the fact that he wasn't sure if his best friend was okay, he didn't much care for the alternative topic of young teenagers running around interrogating with brutes like that last guy.

"Oh my gosh! Jet! Is he okay?" The nurse hurried over, clearly mistaking their Jet for the other one.

"Don't know, can you help him?" Sam asked anxiously, following her to a room to lie him down.

Dean remained in the entrance, frowning and turning back to the outside; they hadn't gone to a world that was immediately dangerous like this. He hadn't seen troubles with the people; it was always with the monsters from the void. Seeing it now, though, he was a little more aware of why Castiel was so distrusting the first time they'd met. He'd been travelling alone, he had no one to come up and save him if he got caught in anything. 'Like that domus…' Dean thought dismally, unable to forget Castiel's own fears. He wasn't sure if it had ever settled in his mind, watching Sam die like that. It wasn't his Sam, but his Sam had been extremely sick for a period of time as well. That could just as easily have been his little brother that died.

But it wasn't. He reminded himself several times the thought came that Sam was alive and running around like everyone else. No, now wasn't the time to worry about Sam, though he really did want to. If something like this could happen to Jet it could happen to Sam. The first world they went to involved a Sam becoming Lucifer and being sealed away, if anyone had come across Sam alone that first time Dean wasn't sure his little brother would even be there anymore. So many circumstances and situations that could have turned out so differently if even the smallest thing had changed.

Dean hadn't considered how fickle and temperamental their lives could be, so easily brushed off with the slightest alteration. The other timeline that had been corrupted, he wondered if that happened because of one move that could have turned out differently? Maybe he'd stepped to the left and not the right and was hit by something that was meant to hit someone else or vice versa? What if he said something he shouldn't have or even ate something different? It was all so easily changed that he wasn't sure even having that journal would help them. In fact having the journal already altered everything so much that nothing it said anymore could really make a difference.

As much as he knew he was thinking too hard on the subject, he couldn't help it. Everything was so messy and giving him a headache that he really just wanted to take Castiel and lie down for a little while.

While Dean stood outside to get some fresh air and clear his head he noticed the raider Castiel approaching again, his cold gaze set on the medical building without seeing much else. At least, not until one of the young children in the area ran to him.

"Castle!" The little boy cried out, unable to say the raider's name or even run properly, his legs flailing forward faster as if he were running but he wasn't moving much quicker. He had a toy phone in his hand and was waving it as he 'ran'. "Castle, it's fo' yoo!"

Castiel stopped and looked down at the toddler, kneeling to reach him better, "Is it now?" He didn't smile as he took the phone though the child was beaming with joy. Castiel put the plastic toy to his ear and glanced toward it as he spoke, "Hello?"

Dean chuckled as he watched the scenario unfold, Castiel pretending to talk to some important higher up and then insisting that 'the president' wanted to speak to the little boy, an important mission for him. Once it was done Cas continued his trek to the steps of the building, about to pass Dean by when he spoke up, "No matter how big and bad you are, when a two year old hands you a toy phone, you answer it."

Cas smiled a little and went inside, "Shut up and get in here, Jet's on his way to talk to you as well."

Dean nodded, a little curious as to why the other Jet was important enough for Castiel to go and retrieve him. "He got something we need?"

"No, he's the leader of this place and I'd never hear the end of his bitching if I did this on my own." Cas sat down in the waiting room across from Sam, giving Dean the option to sit next to his brother or the easily angered raider. He chose his brother, of course, not too keen on playing with fire.

"Leader?" Sam smiled, "That's kind of cool, I always thought Jet could do something like that."

"You did?" Dean laughed, "I think we know a different Jet."

"He's different when he's with you, you guys are 'bros' or something." Sam shrugged and looked down at the floor, "He wasn't an idiot with me."

"You got a crush on him, Sam?" Dean joked, poking his little brother in the shoulder.

"No! Shut up, Dean." Sam pulled away and looked over to the medical doors, "I'm just worried about him."

"Uh huh, same way I'm 'just worried about Cas,' right?"

"It is nothing like that and you know it."

"Whatever."

"Shut up." Castiel growled.

"You got it, Castle." Dean grinned wildly when he earned himself a death glare from Cas.

"I'll kill you slowly."