In the Beginning Part 1

Dean and Angela were bunking together and they were both asleep. Sam paused and looked at them before leaving the room.

~/~\~

A car pulled up. Sam got in the passenger side. Ruby was driving.

"Ready?" Ruby asked.

"Definitely." Sam nodded.

~/~\~

Dean was dreaming. There were flashes of his terrified face, in red, and the sound of screams. He woke up in a cold sweat, which woke Angela up. They both looked to see Castiel sitting on the bed they were sharing.

"Hello, Angela. Dean." He greeted. He looked at Dean. "What were you dreaming about?"

"What, do you get your freak on by watching other people sleep?" Angela asked sleepily. "What do you want?"

"Listen to me. You two have to stop it." Castiel said.

"Stop what?" Dean asked.

Castiel put two fingers to Dean and Angela's foreheads.

~/~\~

Dean and Angela were sleeping on a bench.

"Move it you two, you can't sleep here." A police officer said.

"Okay… sleep… where?" Angela mumbled.

"Anywhere but here." The officer replied.

Dean and Angela tried to make a call on their cells, but got no signal.

"Great." Angela said.

"Perfect." Dean muttered.

They got up and entered 'Jay Bird's Diner'.

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Dean and Angela sat at the diner's counter next to two young men.

"Hey, where the hell are we?" Dean asked the men.

"Jay Bird's Diner." The first young man said.

"Yeah, thanks." Angela smiled softly. "He meant, uh… city and state."

"Lawrence, Kansas." The second young man said.

"Lawrence." Dean muttered.

Angela looked at the second man. He seemed familiar… She hadn't noticed she had been staring until she heard the first man's voice.

"Hey, you two okay?" the first young man asked.

"Yeah, tough night." Dean replied.

"Um, yeah. Yeah what he said." She mumbled.

The second young man looked at them both. "Right." He nodded. "Hey, uh, two coffees here, Reg."

"Okay, coming right up." Reg replied.

Angela pulled out her cell phone and frowned. "Can you tell me where I can get reception on this thing?"

"The USS Enterprise?" the first man replied.

Dean and Angela looked at Reg as he brought the coffee over. Reg was dressed in 1970's hippie gear.

"Thank you." Angela said.

"Thanks… nice threads." Dean said. "You know Sonny and Cher broke up, right?"

"Sonny and Cher broke up?" the second young man asked, frowning.

Dean and Angela looked around the diner and noticed everyone was dressed in 1970's-era clothes. Angela looked at the newspaper the first young man was reading. The headline read 'Nixon accepts resignation of top…' and the date was Monday, April 30, 1973. She went wide eyes and mouthed the words 'Seventy three'. A man entered.

"Hey, Morgan. Winchester." He said.

Dean, Angela and the two young men looked around. The man shook the hands of the two young men.

"Son of a bitch." The man said. "How you doing, Corporals?"

"Hey, Mr. D." the two young men greeted.

"I heard you two were back." Mr. D said.

"Yeah, a little while now." The first young man smiled.

"Good to have you home, John. You too, Robert. Damn good." Mr. D said.

"Oh my God…" Angela breathed. "Dad…" she murmured. She knew he looked sorta familiar.

"Dad?" Dean went wide eyed.

"Well, say hello to your old man for me." Mr. D told John.

John and Robert noticed Dean and Angela staring at them.

"Do we know each other?" John asked.

"I guess not." Angela murmured.

John and Robert got up to leave.

"Take it easy, you two." Robert said.

"Yeah." Angela murmured,

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Dean and Angela were following John Winchester and Robert Morgan. As they turned a corner, they bumped into Castiel.

"What is this?" Angela glared.

"What does it look like?" Castiel retorted.

"Is it real?" Dean asked.

"Very."

"Okay, so what?" Angela asked. "Angels got their hands on some Deloreans? How did we get here?"

"Time is fluid, Angela." Castiel sighed. "It's not easy, but we can bend it on occasion."

"Well bend it back or tell us what the hell we're doing here!" Dean exclaimed.

"I told you two, you have to stop it." Castiel said.

"Stop what?" Angela asked. "Huh? What, is there something nasty after our Dads?"

Dean and Angela turned as a car horn sounded. When they turned back, Castiel was gone.

"Oh, come on!" Angela yelled.

"What, are you allergic to straight answers, you son of a bitch?!" Dean exclaimed.

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John was talking to a car salesman, and Robert was by his side.

"A fine young man like yourself, just starting out? How about I tale off another 250?" the salesman asked.

Robert looked at John, shrugging. "Good deal."

John considered it for a moment. "Let's do it."

"I'll get the paperwork."

John and Robert walked over to the front of a beige VW vane and John rubbed the headlights.

"That's not the one you want." Dean said.

Dean and Angela were leaning on a '67 Chevy Impala.

"You two following us?" Robert asked.

"No, no, we were just passing by." Angela replied. "We never got to thank you guys for that cup of coffee this morning. We were a little out of it."

"More than a little." John said.

"Let us repay the favor." Dean suggested. Dean patted the hood of the Impala. "This is the one you want."

"Oh yeah, you, you know something about cars?" John asked.

Dean nodded his head and looked slightly nostalgic. "Yeah… yeah, my Dad taught me everything I know." He said. "And this, this is a great car." He added.

Dean opened the hood of the Impala and leaned in. John and Robert joined him and Angela on the side of the car.

"327 four barrel, 275 horses." Dean said. "A little TLC and this thing is cherry."

"You know man, I think he's right." Robert smiled.

Angela nodded and looked over her shoulder at the van. She glanced at John. "Then what are you buying that thing for?"

"I kinda promised someone I would." John said.

"Over a '67 Chevy?" Dean asked. "I mean, come one, this is the car of a lifetime. Trust me, this thing's still gonna be badass when it's 40."

John considered it for a moment and held out his hand to Dean and Angela.

"John Winchester. Thanks." He replied. "This is my friend, Rob Morgan."

Dean and Angela shook John and Robert's hands.

"Dean Van Halen, and thank you."

"Angela Abrams." Angela introduced.

John and Robert looked in the open windows of the Impala.

"We were in pretty rough shape this morning, huh?" Dean asked.

"No kidding." Robert laughed.

"We've been hung over before but, hey, we were, we were getting chills in that diner." Angela said. "You two didn't feel any of those cold spots, did you?"

"Nope." John said.

"I swore I smelled something weird too, you know?" Dean asked. "Like… like rotten eggs. You didn't happen to smell any sulfur by chance?"

Robert eyed him slightly. "No." he replied.

"No… there been any cattle mutilations in town recently?" Angela asked. Robert continued eyeing them, frowning.

"Okay, you two!" John exclaimed. "Stop it."

"Yeah, if only we knew what to stop." Dean muttered. "Listen, watch out for yourselves okay?"

"Yeah, sure." Robert muttered.

Dean patted the Impala and he and Angela left.

~/~\~

Dean and Angela were walking away from the dealership.

"My Dad always told me he took a bit of break from hunting before he met Mom." Angela commented. "He never told me he was a Marine. Hm. He must be with Mom now though considering he said he's been here for a while." She added.

Dean looked at her. "Yeah, it's interesting how our Dads knew each other." He nodded.

"Our Moms knew each other too. Sam and I found that out a while back." She added.

"And you didn't mention it?"

"Sam and I were busy trying to figure out a way to break your deal." She shrugged. "We were a bit preoccupied."

He sighed. "I guess. Still, it's a pretty important factor, Angie."

~/~\~

John and Robert pulled up in the Impala. Further down the street Dean and Angela pulled up. They watched as two young women ran from a house to John's car.

"Hey." John said.

Robert smiled at the brunette. "Hey." He greeted.

The brunette and the blonde looked at the Impala.

"What's this?" the blonde asked.

"My car." John said.

The two girls walked around the back of the car, and John and Robert followed them.

"What happened to the van?" the brunette asked.

"Mary, Lils, this is better than the van!" Robert exclaimed.

"This has got a 327, a four barrel carburetor." John added.

"Mom." Angela breathed.

"Mom?" Dean questioned.

~/~\~

Mary, John, Lillian Ann and Robert were inside the diner with milkshakes. Robert and John sat next to each other and Mary and Lillian Ann sat across from them. Dean and Angela watched them through a window.

"Sammy, wherever you are, Mom is a babe." Dean said. "I'm going to hell… again." He muttered. He glanced at Angela's mom.

"If you say anything I will slap you." Angela warned.

Dean just held his hands up. "Not gonna say anything."

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The four were talking over milkshakes.

"I should just talk to him." John said.

"My Dad's being my Dad, John." Mary said. "It's not you."

"How is it not me?" John asked. "He's been like this for how many years?"

"Dads are protective, John. Ask Robbie, my Dad gave him so much trouble." Lillian Ann said.

"I swear your Dad hated me, Lils." Robert laughed.

Mary nodded. "Lillian's Dad gave Rob hell." She agreed. "My Dad's just protective over me, that's all. He doesn't want me to—

"Hook up with a mechanic from a family of mechanics?" John asked.

"No!" Mary exclaimed. "Hey, I love you, for exactly what you are." She said.

"We'll be right back." Lillian Ann added.

Mary and Lillian Ann left. John pulled out a small red box. Inside it was a ring.

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Mary and Lillian Ann were standing behind Dean and Angela.

"Why are you following us?" Lillian Ann asked.

Dean and Angela turned around. Mary kneed Dean in the stomach and threw him against a metal container next to the building. Lillian Ann lunged at Angela. Mary went to punch Dean, and he dodged it, stepping sideways. Angela stepped out of Lillian Ann's way, dodging her.

"Are you crazy?" Angela asked. Sure, she knew her mom had been a hunter, but she never knew how good she was with combat.

Mary and Lillian Ann continued their attack. Dean and Angela backed up as they came after them, but Dean managed to grab Mary's arms. Angela grabbed Lillian Ann's.

"You've been trailing us since my house." Mary glared.

"I don't know what you're talking about—Dean started.

"Really?" Lillian Ann asked.

Mary and Dean grappled while Angela and Lillian Ann did the same. Dean grabbed Mary and held her against a wall. Angela pinned Lillian Ann to the same wall.

"Okay, how about we talk about this like adults, huh?" Angela asked.

"Let us go!" Lillian Ann yelled.

Dean saw Mary was wearing a bracelet with protective charms.

"Are you a hunter?" Dean asked.

"We both are." Lillian Ann said. "And so's Robbie."

~/~\~

John, Mary, Robert and Lillian Ann pulled up in the Impala.

"See you later?" John asked.

"If you're lucky." Mary smiled.

They kissed and Mary got out of the car. Lillian Ann kissed Robert and got out. As Lillian Ann and Mary approached the house Dean and Angela appeared.

"Dean and Angela, right?" Lillian Ann asked. "I'm not sure you should come in."

"You can trust us." Angela assured. "I mean, come on, we're all hunters, right?"

"I mean, we're, we're practically family." Dean added.

"Yeah, thing is, my Dad, he's a little, um…" Mary said.

"Oh, I gotta meet him." Dean said.

"You've heard of him?" Mary asked.

"Clearly not enough." Dean said.

"What 'bout your parents Lillian?" Angela asked. She never heard much of her grandparents. They died before she was born.

"We lived in Lawrence for a while, but they wanted to go to the East Coast. I wanted to stay with Robbie." She shrugged. "So I stay with Mary and her family."

"What about Robert?" Angela asked. She knew her dad's parents died on a job at some point.

"They passed away a few years back. Robbie stays with John and keeps his hunting gear here." Lillian said.

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"So, you two are hunters?" Samuel asked. "Well, tell me something, mister and misses hunter, you kill vampires with wooden stakes or silver?"

"Neither, you cut their heads off." Dean and Angela said.

Mary and Lillian Ann smiled.

"So, did we pass your test?" Dean asked.

"Yep. Now get the hell out of my house." Samuel said.

"Dad!" Mary yelled.

"I don't trust other hunters, you two, don't want their help, don't want them around my family." He said. He glanced at Lillian. "She's the exception."

Deanna was setting the table in the next room, and called to Samuel. "Knock it off, Samuel."

"They're hunters." He replied.

Deanna walked into the room. "Who passed your little pop quiz, and now I am inviting them to dinner. Are you two hungry?"

"Starving." Dean smiled.

"Good. I'm Deanna, you've met my husband Samuel, now wash up."

"Samuel and Deanna?" Angela smiled at Mary and Lillian Ann.

Mary and Lillian Ann nodded.

"Really?" Dean asked.

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Dean, Angela, Mary, Lillian Ann, Samuel and Deanna were sitting around the dining room table eating dinner. Deanna leaned over and touched Dean and Angela's arms.

"First time in Lawrence, you two?" she asked.

Angela nodded. "Yeah, so far I like it." She smiled.

"Well, it's been a while for me. Things have changed… I think."

"You two working a job?" Samuel asked.

"Yeah, maybe." Angela said.

"What's that mean?" Samuel asked.

"It means we don't trust other hunters either, Samuel." Angela said.

"Hey, um, so why were you following the four of us?" Mary asked.

"Mmm, we thought something was after your boyfriends, but um, I don't think that anymore." Dean said.

"I'm sure Robert could handle himself quite well." Deanna smiled. She laughed. "But John Winchester mixing it up with spirits, can you imagine?"

"I saw that." Mary said.

"What?" Samuel asked.

"That sour lemon look." Mary said.

"Now hold on, John's a really, really nice… naïve civilian." Samuel said.

"So what? You'd rather me be with a guy like this?" she nodded to Dean. "No offense, I'm sure you and Angela are quite happy together."

Angela almost choked on her drink and coughed. "What?" she went wide eyed. "No, no. No. We are, we are not together. He's like my older brother." She said.

Dean nodded. "Completely platonic relationship."

Samuel sighed. "Mary, of course not, it's just that I—

"That's enough, both of you, we have company." Deanna said.

"So what about you, Samuel, you uh, working a job?" Dean asked.

"Might be." Samuel replied.

"He's working a job on the Whitshire Farm." Mary said.

Samuel gave Mary a look as Dean cleared his throat.

"Whitshire, why does that name sound familiar to me?" Dean asked.

"Well, it's been all over the papers." Samuel replied. "Tom Whitshire. Got tangled up in a combine a few towns over."

"That kind of thing happens." Angela shrugged.

"So why was he on it in the first place when his crops were all dead?" Samuel asked.

"Demonic omens?" Angela asked.

"That's what I gotta find out." Samuel answered.

"What about the rest of the town?" Dean asked. "Well, did you find anything on the web?" he added. Angela looked at him and shook her head a bit. He looked at her. "…Of information that you have assembled." Dean corrected.

"Electrical storms maybe." Deanna said. "The weather service graphs should be here on Friday."

"By mail?" Dean asked.

"No, we hired a jet liner to fly 'em to us overnight." Samuel replied sarcastically.

"You know, it sounds to us like we might be hunting the same thing." Angela said. "You know if we go in numbers, we could take care of this real quick."

"What part of 'we work alone' do you two not understand?" Samuel asked.

~/~\~

Mary and Samuel were sitting in a truck.

"And I'm here because?" she asked.

"Family business, Mary… family." Samuel replied. "What? You'd rather be waving pom-poms at a bunch of dumb jocks?"

Mary saw Angela talking to a boy leaning on a tree nearby and walked towards them, smiling a bit.

"Where you goin'?" Samuel asked.

"To do the job, Dad." Mary replied.

Samuel walked to the house and knocked on the door. Dean opened the door, dressed as a priest.

"Father, I see you beat me here." Samuel said.

"The Lord is funny that way." Dean smiled. "Beth Whitshire, this is my associate, our senior, senior priest, Father Chaney."

Dean joined Samuel outside on the doorstep.

"Please accept our deepest condolences on behalf of the county diocese." Samuel said.

"Thank you." Beth replied.

"Mrs. Whitshire was just telling me all about Tom, and how normal and ordinary things were the day before his death." Dean said.

"I see, so you didn't notice anything unusual, ma'am?" Samuel asked.

"You mean like my husband's guts fertilizing the back 40?"

Samuel was stunned into silence at her response, and Dean, looking amused, turned to leave.

"Excuse me." He said.

Dean patted Samuel on the back and then made his way off the porch. Samuel shared and awkward smile with Beth, and Dean approached Mary, Angela and the boy, Charlie. Mary and Angela noticed Dean and turned back to Charlie.

"Charlie, would you like to tell the Father here what you just told us?" Angela asked.

"Dad drank sometimes." Charlie said. "Sometimes he got rough with Mom."

"And that's when the stranger came?" Mary asked.

"I just thought he was some Bible thumper, like you all. He showed up about a week ago."

"Saying what?" Dean asked.

"Did I want the beatings to stop? I just thought he was crazy, I didn't think, and the next thing I know, Dad's dead. Am I going to jail?"

"You didn't do this, Charlie." Angela said.

"Did the stranger want something in return?" Dean asked.

"He didn't want anything."

"Come on, Chuck, he wasn't just handing out freebies, now what he?" Dean asked.

"He did say something about comin' a callin' ten years from now. Maybe he'd want something then."

"Something like what?" Angela asked.

"I don't know, okay? Look, I told you he was nuts."

Mary led Dean and Angela a few steps away. "What do you two think?" she asked.

"I think he just pimped his soul to a demon and doesn't even know it." Dean said.

Mary returned to Charlie, and Dean and Angela followed her.

"Charlie, do you remember what this stranger looked like?" Angela asked.

"Yeah, he was about 5'10, white, normal looking really."

"Anything else?" Mary asked.

"There was one thing."

"What?" Dean asked.

"It's just, the light hit his eyes in a weird way and… for a moment I coulda sworn-

"What?" Angela asked. "They were black?"

"Or red maybe?" Dean continued.

"No, they were yellow. Pale yellow."

Angela went wide eyed and Dean looked over at Mary.

~/~\~

Dean slammed a map down on the dining room table. Deanna was in the kitchen chopping bananas.

"What do you say we just slow down and talk this thing through." Samuel said.

"There's nothing to talk about." Angela said.

"Except you're saying it's a demon, and none of us ever heard of a demon with yellow eyes."

"Yeah, well, we have. This thing killed our families."

"Just calm down, you two." Samuel replied.

"You don't get it, do you?" Angela asked. "You are in danger, we are all in danger! In fact, you need to get yourself someplace safe."

"Not until we know what we're dealing with here."

Deanna came in carrying a fruit salad. "Sam's right, you two, it could be a demon, it could be a shape shifter, it could be any number of things."

"We know what this thing is!" Dean exclaimed.

Deanna went back into the kitchen.

"And we're gonna kill it, that's all the talking we need to do." Angela said.

"You're gonna kill a demon? How?" Samuel asked.

"There's a hunter named Daniel Elkins." Dean said. "He lives in Colorado, he has Colt's gun. The Colt."

"Yeah, I heard about the Colt, used to tell it to Mary as a bedtime story." Samuel nodded.

"Well, it's real." Angela said seriously.

Samuel looked at Deanna. They didn't know what to think.

"Alright, say that it is." Samuel said. "You got some kind of crystal ball telling you where this demon's gonna be?"

"Yeah, maybe I do." Dean nodded. Dean took John's journal out of his jacket and flipped it open on the table.

"What's this?" Samuel asked.

"It's a list." Dean replied.

"Of what?" Samuel asked.

"My Dad wrote down anyone he thought ever came in contact with the Yellow Eyed Demon: who, where and when." Dean said.

"Why?"

"'Cause the more he could learn about the son of a bitch, the more he could figure out why it killed my Mom." Dean said. He flipped the page. "Look, Whitshire Farm. I told you that name sounded familiar."

"Whitshire Farms, that was two days ago. How the hell is that on your Dad's list?"

"Uh… his Dad could see the future." Angela nodded. "Look at this, is says he's gonna hit here tomorrow night."

"Doctor Brown's office?" Samuel asked. "Lillian Ann has an appointment there tomorrow…"

"Haleyville, that's close." Angela said. She looked up when her mother was mentioned and swallowed thickly.

"I mean, yeah, it's about three miles, but…" Samuel said.

Samuel looked over at Deanna leaning on the door jamb, and she shook her head slightly at the whole story. Samuel looked at Dean and Angela, who saw that they didn't believe him.

"I know you guys think we're crazy." Dean said.

"You two seem like really nice kids, but yeah, you two are crazy." Samuel replied.

"Yeah, maybe, but we know where this bastard's gonna be, and we're gonna stop it, once and for all." Angela said softly.

Dean took the journal and he and Angela left the room.

~/~\~

Mary and Lillian Ann were sitting listening to music.

"We're shoving off." Dean said.

"We just wanted to say, bye." Angela added.

"Really? So soon?" Mary asked.

"Yeah, job to do." Dean nodded. "Hey, I wanted to, to tell you, you know for what it's worth. Um… it doesn't matter what your Dad thinks, I like that John kid."

Mary smiled. "You do?"

"Yeah." Angela smiled. "Yeah, we think you two are meant to be. And Lillian, stay with that Robert guy."

"Hell, we're depending on it." Dean mumbled.

"What?" Lillian Ann asked.

"Nothing. Um, can we ask you a question?" Dean asked.

Mary nodded.

"What's he like? John."

"Why do you ask?"

"Just curious." Dean replied.

"I don't know." She shrugged. "He's sweet, kind. Even after the war, after everything, he still believes in happily ever after, you know? He's everything a hunter isn't." she smiled. "No offense."

"No, none taken." Dean and Angela said.

"Can I tell you guys something?" she asked.

Dean and Angela nodded, and Lillian Ann looked excited.

"He's gonna ask me to marry him." Mary said. "Tomorrow, I think!"

"Yeah?" Angela grinned.

"Oh, Dad's gonna explode, but I don't care. I'll run away if I have to, I just… I love John, and…"

"And what?" Dean asked.

"I wanna get out. This job, this life, I hate it. I want a family, and I wanna be safe. You know the worst thing I can think of? The very worst thing? Is for my children to be raised into this like I was. No, I won't let it happen.

Dean blinked back tears and Angela took his hand in comfort.

"Yeah…" Dean whispered.

"Hey, are you okay?" Lillian Ann asked.

"Yeah, no, I'm, I'm fine. Hey, uh, you two, can I tell you something?" Dean asked.

"Sure." The both said.

"Even if this sounds really weird. Will you promise me that you will remember?"

"Okay."

"On November 2nd, 1983, don't get out of bed. No matter what you hear, or what you see. Promise us you two won't get out of bed."

"Okay." They nodded.

A tear ran down Dean's face and Angela squeezed his hand softly. They smiled softly at Mary and Lillian Ann and left.

~/~\~

Dean was driving and Angela was in the passenger's seat. Castiel appeared in the back, making Dean swerve.

"So what? God's our co-pilot, is that it?" Angela asked.

Castiel just looked at her, and Dean glanced at him.

"Well, you're a regular Chatty Cathy. Tell us something. Sam would have wanted in on this, why not bring him back?"

"You two had to do this without him."

"And you don't care that he's tearing up the future looking for us right now?"

"Sam's not looking for you."

"Alright, if we do this, then the family curse breaks, right? Mom and Dad live happily ever after, and, and, Sam and I grow up playing little league and chasing tail?" Dean asked. "And what about Angie's parents?"

"You realize, if you do alter the future, your father, you, Sam, you'll never become hunters. And all those people you saved, they'll die." Castiel said. Castiel looked at Angela. "No. If they live happily ever after, Angela won't be born. Lillian Ann cannot have kids, so she made, or will make a deal. And even if Lillian Ann could have kids without the deal, both of Angela's parents come from long lines of hunters. She'd be a hunter no matter what."

Dean went wide eyed. "T-then what we do? A-Angie needs to be born!"

Angela sighed. "Dean, look I'm willing to do it." She shrugged.

Dean looked at her. "No… No, we'll find some other way. Right Cas?"

They looked over, but Castiel was gone.

A/N: Hey guys! Okay, so I have enough written to get back on a daily schedule again, so, yay! Also, we definitely found out some interesting things about Angie and her family. ;) Anyway, hope you guys liked the chapter!

Don't forget to review, review, review! Love you guys.

~Emily