Author's Note:

Does anyone even read these notes? I've had a few messages from people who say they don't, who am I even talking to in this section lol Anyway sorry for the late update, my wrists have been hurting again so I slowed down for a while and then school work got hectic. That happens between animation projects so hopefully it'll all work itself out sooner or later. Sorry that this chapter isn't as interesting, or it feels that way to me, let me know what you think please

Futurum: Part 2

Sam walked down to the sphere, Jet's hand firmly in his when they stopped beside the other couple. He was quiet as he looked up at the strange other-worldly device until his face tightened. "I want… I want him to see it." He said after a moment's hesitation, his eyes cast down for a second before drifting over to his brother's gaze.

Dean nodded and moved to the sphere's surface, "We all need to know this stuff so we might as well replay them." He said with as much of a light-hearted attitude as he could muster. It wasn't that hard for him, he'd had plenty of practice acting like the situation wasn't as bad as it seemed, with their parents disappearing, with Sam getting sick and everything in between.

Castiel and Jet were both quiet as the sphere lit up and did its thing; first they showed the one with John Winchester. Jet immediately looked to exchange a glance with Dean; one Dean knew had to mean 'well that answers next to nothing.'

"So your parents were priests…" Castiel muttered as it ended, not sure how to react to that one. It seemed exciting, that they were alive for certain, that he'd meet them soon, but he didn't know the circumstances. He didn't know how Dean was going to react to it, the truth of what his dad would tell him when that time came. But that time would come, Cas wouldn't bother with it yet. "That's why they had to leave you."

"We're thinking, yeah." Dean nodded and pursed his lips as he thought it over again, "I'm going to meet my dad…"

"My favourite part was when you guys joked about the portals." Jet muttered with a chuckle, his lips pulling up in a smile as the others turned to him endearingly. "Let's play the next one."

The second scene played from the original point of view after Sam touched the sphere, no one spoke until it was finished. Castiel turned to look at Jet, his tongue stuck in what he wanted to say first. It was horrifying, to see a good friend that way, to see him so out of himself that even a smile looked wrong. There had been an awful feeling in the room just seeing it, his voice wasn't right, his demeanor, his entire existence was seeping out and it wasn't good. Definitely not human. "I've… never seen anything like what we just witnessed." He confessed with a hint of anxiety resonating in his vocal chords, brow creased together. That fact alone, that Castiel who knew pretty much every monster they'd ever encountered said he had no idea, should terrify them. "I don't know what it is that gets a hold of you in that scene."

Jet frowned and looked over at Castiel, "That wasn't a scene, that's a possible reality." He knew he should try to keep calm with Sam next to him, to keep his cool and not freak out but what the fuck was that? He wasn't known for his great ability to hold back a reaction, he knew his face was tense, his hand in Sam's had tightened, he knew he'd given it all away with just one flinch but he tried to compose himself afterward with a slow breath. "Do we know anything other than that?"

"We know we get different angles depending on who touches it second," Dean was careful with his tone, Jet was on edge and just about anything could set him off. He motioned to Sam, "Let's do it again, show them the other side."

Sam nodded and they played it again, more from where Castiel and Sam were standing. Jet was still quiet as he watched though his face was twisted, anger and pain mixed up. "I hate seeing you like that," he looked over at Sam, his expression softening into something a little more emotional than just the rage that had consumed it previous. "And in whatever scenario that is, if it does happen, Cas was right. Don't you dare run to me when I'm doing shit like that."

Sam grit his teeth, he wanted to argue and fight back but Jet had to say that to him, he had to or Sam would undoubtedly do it. "We'll see what happens if we ever get there." None of them liked that, to say it like it was a distant and unrelated thing while it loomed over them. And at the same time they were all acting as though meeting John and Mary were an inevitability, whatever it was that Jet was going to experience was almost impossible. They could all see the contradictions they were making but no one wanted to alter it or even mention it.

"Do it again," Castiel instructed, "But this time I'll touch it second, let's see what else we can get from this thing."

Dean nodded and tapped the sphere, Castiel's fingers finding its surface soon after. The light flashed and the scene looked similar except a bit of time had gone by.

Castiel stood across from Jet, the taller male smiled devilishly, deep, black smoke seeped from his eyes, ears, nose and mouth. It was a standoff and from the angle given it was evident Castiel was between his foe and the Winchester brothers. Dean collapsed in Sam's arms as the younger of the two glared up with a tear stained face, dirt and blood splattered across like a ruined canvas.

"You've done more than enough, leave." Castiel demanded, a light glow started in his eyes and slowly intensified.

"Please, you think it's that easy? That I'll go so soon? You're the chosen ones, I have to make sure my welcome is good enough for you, we've all been waiting." Jet's voice came out in a calm, disturbingly friendly tone. "I have been waiting. I've been waiting the longest, Castiel. You've been a thorn in my side for far too long and I think it's time I did something about it." He lashed out, sprinting forward and coming face to face with Castiel, the priest caught his wrist and braced his shoulder against the impact of Jet's body.

"I don't want to hurt you Jet; we'll find a way to fix this." Castiel strained to say as he held them in place, he wasn't going to let Jet get past him.

And Jet smiled wider, "Who says I want it to be fixed?"

The sphere shut off again. Sam looked at Jet who was making a sour face, "Alright, that's definitely not me in there."

"You think?" Dean looked at him curiously, "We don't know what happens between now and then."

"Dude," Jet looked and sounded offended, both details that were more than enough for Dean to realize he had said it wrong. "Are you serious? You know me!" He'd started to raise his voice, letting go of Sam and walking over to Dean to fully confront him. "What the fuck do you think would make me prefer having a face that oozes toxic fumes to staying with you three? Are you fucking hearing yourself?"

"I'm sorry," Dean shook his head and raised his hands defensively, "I know you wouldn't, I just need to think of the possibilities here."

"Well how about having some faith in me, huh? Do it again, it's my turn." Jet huffed and copied the way Cas and Sam had done it, following Dean's lead. The sphere did what it did but instead of a scene they were shown nothing but darkness, a distantly echoing voice that made no sense until it faded to silence. The sphere continued but no sound came out. Something moved but it was too dark to see, everything in the room felt heavy, dismal and it was only getting worse.

Castiel stiffened and focused on it, he knew that feeling better than anyone. "That's… that's the Void." He whispered softly, "Whatever we're seeing, or supposed to be seeing, it's inside the Void.

As the others turned to look at him a sharp and wretched scream nearly pierced their eardrums. All four covered their ears and winced as it faded.

"That was Jet." Sam muttered, fear controlling his facial expressions almost entirely. "Why's Jet in the Void?" He looked at the others, Dean and Jet shared an exchange between them that said nothing Sam could understand, he focused on the other priest.

"I don't know," Castiel shook his head and rubbed his ears, "I have no idea, there are many ways he could have gotten there. But maybe we should see if any other predictions will be related to it, more importantly we need something on our mission. Whatever it is that gets into Jet knows about the prophesied priests, we need to know more about it ourselves." He looked at them as they all slowly nodded.

"Cas is right," Dena looked at Jet whose expression was still fairly tense but he was doing a better job of masking it. "Whatever happens to you can be prevented if Cas and I can figure out what we need to do, right? So let's see if we can get anything like that."

"Okay," Jet looked over at Sam and nodded to the sphere, "Last time your touch showed us Dean and your dad, let's see what else we can get from it."

Sam looked as though he were going to protest, cry, scream, and generally get angry but his shoulders slumped and he nodded, "Fine." What could he do about Jet anyway? Everything he'd seen was the result of something else, something that took Jet from him in the first place. He had to prevent that and he didn't even know what it was. Why focus on it when he could possibly fix the main cause? Sam touched the sphere and Dean tapped it next.

Sam and Castiel ran down a long corridor, the foundation of the building they were in shaking and by all rights might have been collapsing. Cas paused at an intersection, allowing Sam a moment to catch up before he chose a side and bolted again. "It's this way!" Cas shouted over the rumbling noises that nearly drowned him out.

"How much further?" Sam insisted impatiently.

"I don't know, Sam. It feels like we're on top of it." Castiel replied tiredly, his frustrations seeped into his tone and gave away how annoyed he was getting. "Some monsters give off energy, as I told you before, but the ones that do are often the worst kind."

"Why?" Sam was struggling to keep up with Castiel the longer they went on, high priests had increased speed and Cas wasn't exactly waiting for him. "Are they stronger? You didn't say anything about the Gigas."

"Not necessarily stronger but they do tend to have nastier abilities."

"For example?"

"For example we're dealing with a vacuo, if I remember correctly they have a tendency to suck areas the size of football fields into the Void."

The three looked to Cas who pushed his lips up in a 'not bad' kind of expression and nodded, "I'm right, that's what they do, more or less."

"So while I'm meeting my dad you and Sam are trying to find this thing?" Dean raised an eyebrow and made a face, "That seems kind of unfair."

"Well if it makes you feel better I'm probably in front of the world sucking monster." Jet smirked at him and Dean chuckled.

"What else does a vacuo do?" Dean looked over at Cas who scoffed lightly at the question.

"It usually buries itself in a space and remains dormant for a long while. Since it has a direct connection to the Void it gives off a horrible energy and as it rests the space around it slowly corrupts itself. If it's a location that can be abandoned it will be, if the vacuo lives beneath a home, for example, the family that lives above it will slowly lose its mind. It commonly ends with suicide, homicide, or both."

"Oh…" Dean furrowed his brow and looked back at the sphere, "So we'll be dealing with one of those, that's fun."

"Oh yeah, they're incredible. Hard to kill too, they run away more often than they stick around to fight you."

Sam and Castiel paired up to tap it next, the same location flickered to life though Sam and Castiel weren't doing much of anything.

Cas looked over at Sam and shrugged, "Looks like it's you and me this time."

"Find the others or the void monster first?" Sam smirked, it was all a routine and in general they knew the procedures. "I don't see any copies of us so we're not next to anyone important."

"Doesn't look that way," Cas started walking down the hallway, it was very plain and pale, each door they passed looked the same and after a short walk they realized that the place was abandoned. "Whatever world this is it isn't very lively…"

"Doesn't matter, right? Void monsters need to be taken out whether or not the dimension is occupied."

"Yes…" Castiel trailed his hand along the wall, "But this one seems… strange. I've witnessed it before. I hope I'm wrong but we might be dealing with a vacuo." The moment the words left his mouth the building made the worst kind of cracking noise and everything seemed to sink toward the center of the hall. Castiel scrunched up his face a bit and looked at Sam, "If we are it'll be in the basement, let's go."

"Right."

"Okay," Sam looked at Cas with a chuckle, "Note to us, if we ever end up in a hallway that looks like that we just have to head to the basement."

Castiel laughed softly and nodded, he had to admit, going to Futurum may not have given them much in terms of their final destiny but they were getting some useful information. "I hope we remember all of this if any of it happens."

"Shouldn't this sphere show us reacting to the scene as if we'd already seen it about to happen?" Jet raised an eyebrow as he gestured toward the large sphere, "I mean, we're seeing this stuff, if what we see here really comes to pass shouldn't it be showing us going 'Oh my god remember this hallway from the sphere in Futurum' or something?"

"Don't question space-time crap, Jet." Dean smirked and gave him a nudge with his elbow, "Let's just assume Futurum doesn't update the new future immediately."

"Fair enough." Jet shrugged and looked to Sam as he nodded toward the sphere, "You and me, then."

The first thing they witnessed was a massive, empty room.

Jet looked around, taking slow steps as he turned in circles, his eyes darted left and right as he took in the surrounding area. Though it was vast he could see the corners of it, nothing inside but him and a single door leading out. It was up a flight of metal-wire stairs that didn't quite look as safe as he would hope. The room was quiet, the only sound they could hear was the echo of Jet's footsteps. "Hello? Anyone there?" He called out after a moment; his voice was hesitant and nervous.

A low rumble faded in from below and in the following seconds the room started to shake, the floor broke apart in the center and a long, thunderous crack crawled all the way to the walls. Jet stumbled back and turned toward the shitty staircase. "Son of a bitch!" He cursed as he bolted, the center of the room caving in slightly, like a swell in the ocean.

Jet grinned at Dean, "See? Monster magnet, right here." He tapped his own chest with his thumb, like it were some prize winning feat.

Everything trembled as a large, carnivorous mouth opened through the surface, gnashing and groaning obscenely. Jet's foot fell through the crumbling floor and he found himself on his knees. "Fuck!" Another curse escaping him as he yanked his foot free and scrambled forward to get up again. The vacuo's mouth flickered for a second before a wave of translucent film shot out; it curved over the whole room and made a dome around the both of them. Jet covered his head and intended to just run through it but that didn't go quite the way he'd planned; the mess caught him like a net and bounced him back like rubber. He grunted after his back hit the floor, eyes squeezed shut and mouth pulled tight in a grimace.

"Fuck." He muttered again, sitting up and going back to touch the force field, it stretched with his hand but not very much and it didn't look like it'd break from a beating. Not that that stopped him, Jet pounded against it repeatedly, kicking, punching, slamming himself into it but nothing worked. "C'mon! Give!" He snarled and pushed against it as hard as he could until his feet slipped and his knees met the floor again. He shouted in frustration and dropped his head against the nearly invisible surface in front of him.

Castiel curled his lips in and nodded slowly, "Vacuo can also do that once; it's part of them so it doesn't get sucked into their vacuum as they slowly increase pressure. It's a way to trap creatures and force them to go down with the immediate area."

Jet tapped his fingers on his thigh agitatedly, as much as he hated the thought of all the stupid shit that might happen to him in the near future he managed to stay calm about it. He'd nearly been taken down by the anima a while back but the others managed to get to him in time, he wasn't too worried. Sure, he was worried but not to the point it'd drive him insane. There were a lot of if's and maybe's about future events, what led to what and so forth, he couldn't tie himself up with worrying about it. Besides, vacuo force fields were probably breakable via magic or super powered Deans. "What I'm getting from Futurum is 'watch the fuck out.'"

Sam chuckled nervously, "Yeah, I guess so. You scared?"

"I think we all are, Sam." Cas walked over to the sphere, "We should move on." He placed his hand over the surface and immediately it flashed, several times and far brighter than the others.