Dean was ten years into the future. He had no idea how, but since Castiel had in the past sent him back in time, he had no doubt that this was the work of angels. Dean hotwired a car and took off into the night, trying to figure out why he was here. During his drive, he pulled out his phone, but then noticed he had no cell phone reception at all. He then switched on the radio but all stations where nothing but static.
"That's never a good sign." He said frustrated. His luck was just getting worse and worse by the minute.
"Croatoan pandemic reaches Australia." Dean jumped at the sound of Zachariah's voice, who had just popped into the passenger seat but he didn't let that get to him.
"I thought I smelled your stink on this back to the future crap."
"President Palin defends bombing of Houston." Zach continued as if Dean hadn't spoken. He was reading from the local newspaper, and all Dean could do was cringe at the thought of Palin ever becoming president of the country. "Let's see what's happening in sports… That's right. No more sports due to congress. What's left of congress anyways." Dean had had enough of this dick's useless banter.
"How did you find me?" He was more concerned about that then he let on. Cass had marked both Sam and Dean so that no angel can track them down. Dean worried that if Zach found a way around that, and he's stuck in the future, then Sam would be free for the pickings.
"Well, we had to tap some unorthodox recourses of late. Human informants. We've been recruiting some of the fringier Christian groups." Dean cursed himself for not thinking about the bible humper standing outside the motel he formally stayed in with the girls. Then Dean realized that the girls where in much more danger than Sam.
"Okay, well good, you have had your jollies, now send me back you son of a bitch." Dean ordered.
"Oh, you'll get back, all in good time. We want you to marinate a bit." Dean looked at him suspiciously.
"Marinate?" he questioned.
"Three days Dean. Three days to see where this course of action takes you."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Dean snapped. He thought of all the things that could happen back home in three days, with his absence.
"It means that your choices have consequences." Zachariah spoke with a more serious tone to his voice and then Dean understood what he was doing here. The dick was pinning this God awful future on him refusing to say yes. "This is what happens to the world if you continue to say no to Michael. Have a little look-see." Dean turned to glare out the window, and when he thought of a snazzy response, he saw that Zach had vanished. What a dick.
"Wake up." Castiel ordered. Dylan and I slept soundly while Kimberly was trying her best to ignore. "The three of you need to get up now." He insisted. He sounded like he meant business so Kim rolled over to see what the heck was going on.
"What's wrong Cass?" she asked.
"Dean. He's gone off my radar. I can't get a read on him anywhere." Kimberly knew from watching the show that when a white lighter could not sense his charge, it was never good. She shoved Dylan lightly, to wake her. Dylan rolled but went back into slumber.
"You don't think he's…?" she trailed off not being able to say it out loud. We didn't know Dean for long, or Sam for that matter, but we cared for them because they saved our lives and they were innocents, and when you got past their issues, and Dean's dickish attitude, they were actually cool to be around.
"No. If he were, I'd be able to find him and heal him."
"I thought white lighters can't heal the dead." Kimberly thought back to so many different episodes where Leo wished he could.
"White lighters can't. But I'm an angel of the Lord. I can do whatever God wills." Catiel said matter-of-factly. "No, Dean is not in this world."
"You think he's in the underworld?" she asked.
"I don't know. That is why you must find him." she looked at him surprised and timid, like a little girl who was told to get up and say a speech at the last minute.
"Me?" she exclaimed.
"Not just you. The three of you. Dean knows you are destined for greatness, but he believes that it's going to be a while before your greatness appears. Now is your chance to prove him wrong. Do what is in your blood to do. Find Dean and bring him back so that we could go back to stopping Lucifer." Castiel said. He was so plain. No emotions. It was not inspiring at all what he said. Then he snapped his fingers and the two twin sized beds disappeared, and all three of us flopped to the ground. Dylan and I groaned, and Kim couldn't help but laugh that he actually had the balls to do that. "Wake up." He ordered once again.
"I'm up! I'm up, jeez!" I said trying to force my body to move. Dylan was fuming. None of us were morning people; it was a bad idea to do that.
"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" Dylan said as she sat up. She was doing 'the Dylan'. It's this scary thing she does with her voice when she gets pissed. She doesn't yell, she just calmly curses you out for everything you're worth. Kim decided to butt in for the sake of Dean.
"Take it easy. Dean went and got himself in trouble. Cass is concerned because he can't find him anywhere." She said. Dylan calmed down just a smidge, but it was still too soon for Castiel to speak. Not like he understood that.
"You have to find him." Castiel said. She glared at him, but decided to take the high road since the greater good comes first. She figured she could curse him out later.
"So, how are we going to save Dean if we can't find him?" Dylan asked the obvious question.
"Maybe we should call Sam." Kimberly suggested.
"No. Dean wouldn't want that." I protested.
"Yeah, well, if we are saving his butt, I think he will look the other way." Kim objected.
"Sam doesn't want to hunt for some reason, and Dean agrees with that decision, which means that when we get into situations, Sam is out of the question." I pointed out.
"Okay, well what about Bobby?" Dylan suggested. I realized that I didn't tell them about Bobby being in a wheelchair and then guilt struck me. Castiel butted in saving me.
"No. Bobby cannot help with this situation. This is all up to you three." After a little book reading, and brainstorming, I decided to go search Dean's room for a premonition. At first it was a lost cause, and I was beginning to get frustrated, so I plopped on his former bed and then was drawn into a premonition. Dean was standing in a room that looked like this one, but old and rotted, then he was running from a group of people whose eyes were black. I thought this premonition was telling me nothing except that he was in danger, but then I saw a sign, or rather, Dean saw a sign.
NO ENTRY
BY ORDER OF ACTING REGIONAL COMMAND
AUGUST 1ST 2020
KANSAS CITY
"He's in the future." I whispered. A humorless chuckle escaped my lips as I thought back to the show and remembered their trip to the future. Phoebe, or I, almost died. I sighed and worried about what we were going to find when we travelled to the future. I wasn't crazy about time travel, but we had to save Dean. I walked back into my room and heard Dylan, Kimberly and Cass bicker about where they should look for Dean.
"That's impossible. How could the angels find him and drag him to heaven?" Kim scoffed at Castiel's absurd suggestion.
"I'm telling you, he's in the underworld." Dylan spoke. Castiel shook his head in disagreement.
"The demons aren't that desperate. They have everything where they want it." Castiel said.
"I think that we shouldn't cross out possession." Kim said. "You can't sense him if he's possessed."
"Guys." I tried but no one heard me. "Hello?" I tried again, but I was being ignored. We didn't have time for this crap. Dean sure didn't. "HEY!" I yelled and they turned to look at me. "Howdie." I said. "I know where Dean is." They finally shut up and waited for me to speak. "He's in the future. 2020 to be exact." Dylan and Kim had the same reaction. Shock. Of course, Cass was completely void of emotions.
"How do you know this?" he asked.
"I got a premonition and he was in some deep shit guys."
"How did he get there?" Kim asked.
"It must have been Zacharia." Castiel concluded. Sam and Dean hadn't really told us much, but we had heard his name before. Dean told us that he was a douche bag angel who was pro-apocalypse. Aside from that, we knew nothing about him, or the whole Lucifer and Michael wants to wear Dean and Sam to the prom thing.
"What does that mean? Why would he want him there?" Dylan asked.
"That's what you're going to find out. The three of you need to go to 2020." Dylan had looked at the 'lost and found' spell in the book and sighed.
"I guess this won't help us." She said restless. She then flipped through the pages to find the proper spell. Meanwhile, I got a metal bowl, a lighter, and pen and paper. I wrote the date, August 1st 2020 on it and waited for the spell. Finally Dylan found it. I lit the lighter, and burnt the paper, carefully holding it over the metallic bowl. "Hear these words, hear the rhyme." She began.
"We send to you this burning sign." Kimberly continued.
"Then our future selves will find." I continued.
"In another place and time." Dylan finished. We disappeared from Castiel's sight. The burning paper fell into the bowl and the book fell to the ground. Castiel could only send a silent prayer to us.
Dean drove to the only place he could actually think of as home. Bobby's house. "Bobby?" he called. The door was open and the place looked trashed. He walked through and become hardened at the thought that Bobby might be gone. He couldn't accept it yet, not until he was certain. "Bobby I'm coming in?" But then he saw it. As he walked through what used to be a safe place, he saw Bobby's wheelchair, flipped over on the ground with bullet holes in them. It was stained with blood. All clues pointed to Bobby being dead in this alternate reality and it hit Dean hard. Especially since the angels are making it look like this future was all his fault. "Oh no." he whispered to himself as he continued to look for clues. "Where is everybody Bobby?" His mind was running haywire now. Where's Sam? Is he alive? Did he ever start hunting again? Did he give into his need for blood? What about the girls? Are they okay? Did we go our separate ways from the witches? Are they with Sam? Did they turn out to be evil? Dean decided to stop torturing himself until he knew more. It was hard for him to admit feelings, but he loved his brother. Sam was always going to be Sammy, the pain in the ass little brother that he loved. Of course, they had their strains, and when it came to the brotherly bond they once shared so many years ago, it all seemed like an alternate reality, but he still cared for his brother. And we were even started to grow on him. Yeah, we were annoying with our questions, and stubborn attitudes, and he still disliked the fact that we were witches, but he knew we bugged him because we worry, and it was nice to have people who cared about him. Dean wasn't used to it, so in return, he cared for us, not that he would ever say it out loud. Instead, Dean looked in a secret spot were Bobby hid things and found his dad's journal. In it was a picture with Bobby, Castiel and other men holding guns and a sign that read welcome to camp Chitaqua. Dean figured that was the place to look for familiar faces. Later that night, he snuck into the camp site only to find his loved Impala worn out and beaten up with the front doors ripped off. "Oh baby no." he whimpered. "Oh no baby, what did they do to you?" he whined. He was so distraught over his car, he didn't notice a guy sneak up on him and the next thing he knew, he was getting knocked out. The guy looked down at Dean with concern, not understanding how he was looking at him, since the guy was Dean from the future.