Dean felt bad about knocking Beth out, but he didn't know how else he was going to get out of here. He needed to find Castiel. He managed to find his way to a cabin, with a little help from Chuck, where he found Castiel with several other women.
"Oh. Excuse me, ladies. I think I need to confer with our fearless leader for a minute. Why not go get washed up for the orgy?" Castiel said. The women stood up and left. Castiel stood up and stretched his back, grunting. Dean looked at his dishevelled appearance, gone was the Castiel in a suit and trench coat.
"What are you, a hippie?" Dean questioned, walking further into the cabin confused.
"I thought you'd gotten over trying to label me." Castiel asked, his back to Dean.
"Cas, we got to talk." Dean said moving forward. Castiel turned around.
"Whoa. Strange." Castiel said his eyes going wide as he looked Dean up and down.
"What?" Dean asked.
"You...are not you. Not now you, anyway." Castiel seemed shocked and slightly out of it.
"No! Yeah. Yes, exactly." Dean nodded, glad Castiel picked it up easily.
"What year are you from?" Castiel asked
"2009." Dean stated
"Who did this to you? Is it Zachariah?" Castiel questioned
"Yes." Dean said, something was off with Castiel.
"Interesting." Castiel started stroking his chin contemplating.
"Oh, yeah, it's friggin' fascinating. Now. Why don't you strap on your angel wings and fly me back to my page on the calendar?" Dean had had enough. But all Castiel did at his question was laugh.
"I wish I could just, uh, strap on my wings, but I'm sorry, no dice." Castiel had turned away slightly in his laughter.
"What, are you stoned?" Dean's face was slightly scrunched up in confusion.
"Uh, generally, yeah." Castiel nodded, his face going serious again.
"What happened to you?" Dean was confused. Castiel had changed a lot, but then I guess so had everyone in this time.
"Life" Castiel stated simply.
"Well uh…" Dean began, but he didn't know what to say. Castiel wasn't being much help. "Are the girls here?" he asked quickly, maybe they could be more helpful.
"Oh there are plenty of girls-" Castiel began before Dean cut him off.
"No I mean I've seen Beth but where are Jess and Samantha? "Are they here?" Dean asked.
"Oh those girls. Jess isn't here and Samantha's-" Castiel stopped as Dean turned around ignoring him when he heard the sound of vehicles pulling up outside. Dean walked outside to see a car and a jeep, with his future self and some soldiers getting out. Future Dean grabbed two beers, chucking one to one of the soldiers and then opening the other for himself. He took a drink before he pulled out his gun, aiming it at the other soldier.
"Hey. Hey! Watch out!" Dean yelled out alarmed. What was his future self doing? Future Dean ignored him and shot the soldier. Everyone else looked between the two Deans confused.
"Damn it." Future Dean muttered. This was not what he needed to happen. "I'm not gonna lie to you. Me and him—it's a pretty messed-up situation we got going. But believe me, when you need to know something, you will know it. Until then, we all have work to do." Future Dean's commands were taken seriously. He grabbed Dean pushing him back to where he had originally been locked up. "What the hell was that?" Future Dean asked
"What the hell was that? You just shot a guy in cold blood." Dean pointed back outside. Future Dean knelt by Beth, who was still knocked out cold on the floor.
"We were in an open quarantine zone. Got ambushed by some Croats on the way out." Future Dean answered as he checked to see if she was still breathing. He looked up to see a questioning expression on Dean's face. "Croats. Croatoans. One of them infected Yeager." Future Dean explained. "Did you really have to knock Beth out? She's been through enough." Future Dean muttered.
"How do you know?" Dean asked his mind still on the guy his future self had just shot outside.
"'Cause after a few years of this, I know. I started seeing symptoms about a half an hour ago. Wasn't gonna be long before he flipped. I didn't see the point in troubling a good man with bad news." Future Dean said as he shook Beth, to see if she would wake up.
"'Troubling a good man'? You just blew him away in front of your own people. Don't you think that freaked them out a little bit?" Dean's yelling and Future Deans shaking caused Beth to wake up suddenly. She rubbed her head where she had been hit, and glared at Dean. Future Dean helped her up.
"What the hell happened to you?" Dean yelled to the both of them.
"Life" Beth spat back at him.
"That's the second time I've heard that" He muttered "Where are the other two girls?" he asked wanting answers.
"Not here" Beth said angrily
"Not here? Care to be a bit more specific?" Dean asked, he'd had enough of these half answers that didn't explain anything.
"No I don't" Beth said angrily but also slightly upset. She leaned into Future Dean while he supported her. Knowing that Beth wasn't going to be able to say it, Future Dean spoke up for her.
"We lost Jess when we lost Sam and Samantha got the virus, I had to kill her" Future Dean said, emotionless.
"In front of everyone" Beth spat, still angry about it, she knew it was the right thing but he could have been more considerate about it. Over the years her anger just turned to coldness, she was known on the camp for having no emotions, only ever showing small signs of still being human around Dean.
"You shot her? In front of everyone?" Dean asked shocked "Don't you think that would have freaked them out a little?" Dean's voice had risen in anger.
"It's 2014. Plugging some Croat, it's called commonplace." Beth spat. This past Dean showing up had ruined everything.
"It's Samantha how could you say that about her?!" Dean asked shocked. They had meant so much to each other in the past.
"Because Samantha was gone, she wasn't in there in anymore" Beth said angrily, it was how she had coped.
"You've changed" he muttered.
"Yeah people do that" she spat
"Look shooting a Croat" Future Dean said putting a hand on Beth's shoulder to try and calm her down "normal, expected. Trading words with my friggin' clone—that might have freaked them out a little." he added raising his voice.
"All right, look—" Dean started pacing trying to explain himself.
"No, you look. This isn't your time. It's mine. You don't make the decisions. I do. So, when I say stay in, you stay in." Future Dean had given up trying to be nice.
"All right, man. I'm sorry. Look, I—I'm not trying to mess you—me—us up here." Dean began explaining.
"I know." Future Dean said, grabbing three glasses and a bottle of whiskey.
"And I'm sorry for upsetting you, that's the last thing I want" he said turning to Beth.
"It's fine" she muttered walking over to the table and falling down into one of the chairs. Future Dean brought over the three glasses to the table and sat them down. Beth grabbed hers immediately chucking it back.
"It's just been a really wacky weekend." Dean leaned on the table, shaking his head. He couldn't believe everything that had happened.
"Tell me about it." Future Dean said, picking up his glass. Dean did the same, and they both took a drink.
"What was the mission, anyway?" Dean asked, finally having calmed down. Future Dean reached into his duffle bag and pulled out a gun.
"The Colt?" Dean asked shocked.
"The Colt." Future Dean agreed
"Where was it?" Dean asked, It would make it easier finding it if he knew where it was in his time.
"Everywhere." Beth said
"They've been moving it around. Took me five years, but...I finally got it." Future Dean sat the colt onto the table and picked up his glass again. "And tonight—tonight, I'm gonna kill the devil." he said before taking a swig of his drink. Future Dean sent Beth to gather some of the others, including Castiel, Chuck and one of the soldiers.
"So, that's it? That's the Colt?" the soldier asked.
"If anything can kill Lucifer, this is it." Future Dean nodded
"Great. Have we got anything that can find Lucifer?" the soldier asked.
"We don't have to find Lucifer. We know where he is. The demon that we caught last week, he was one of the big guy's entourage. He knew." Future Dean replied.
"So, a demon tells you where Satan's gonna be, and you just believe it?" the soldier asked confused, surely a demon wasn't going to be telling the truth.
"Oh, he wasn't lying, trust me." Beth spoke up for the first time.
"And you know this how?" the soldier asked turning to look at her. A lot of the soldiers around her undermined Beth. They didn't like her being classed as above them.
"Our fearless leader, I'm afraid, is all too well schooled in the art of getting to the truth. And he taught his right hand woman well" Castiel answered for them, effectively shutting the soldier up.
"Torture? Oh, so, we're—we're torturing again." Dean raised his eyebrows, he had vowed to give that up. "And you taught her as well?" he added pointing at Beth, who was drinking more whiskey. Future Dean looked up at him. "No, that's—that's good. Classy." Dean winked jokingly, he was not impressed. This caused Castiel to laugh. Future Dean looked up at him questioningly.
"What? I like past you." Castiel said smiling. Future Dean ignored him, pulling out a map and placing it on the table.
"Lucifer is here. Now. I know the block and I know the building." Future Dean said pointing to the position that had been circled in red.
"Oh, good—it's right in the middle of a hot zone." Castiel said sarcastically, leaning over to look at the map.
"Crawling with Croats, yeah. You saying my plan is reckless?" Future Dean asked challenging Castiel.
"Are you saying we, uh, walk in straight up the driveway, past all the demons and the Croats, and we shoot the devil?" Castiel spoke quickly, as if what he was saying was not that hard.
"Yes." Future Dean stated simply.
"Okay" Castiel looked away thinking. "If you don't like, uh, 'reckless', I could use 'insouciant', maybe." Castiel said turning back to look at Dean.
"Are you coming?" Future Dean had had enough.
"Of course. But why is he? I mean, he's you five years ago. If something happens to him, you're gone, right?" Castiel asked.
"He's coming." Future Dean stated, his words were final.
"Okay. Well, uh. I'll get the grunts moving." Castiel stood up, turning to leave.
"We're loaded and on the road by midnight." Future Dean stated as he picked up the map, and folded it up.
"All righty." Castiel said as he left with the soldier following behind him.
"Why are you taking me?" Dean questioned. He was surprised. He thought maybe his future self wouldn't want him getting in the way.
"Relax. You'll be fine." Future Dean took his question the wrong way. "Zach's looking after you, right?" Future Dean continued looking up at Dean.
"No, that's not what I mean. I want to know what's going on." Dean didn't like to be out of the know. Future Dean looked at Dean for a moment, before he turned to look at Beth and then back at Dean.
"Yeah, okay." Future Dean began, He walked around the table, closer to where Dean was standing. "You're coming because I want you to see something." Dean was confused at what he meant. "I want you to see our brother…" Dean trailed off, before he looked at Beth, he knew this was going to hurt. "...and Jess." Future Dean added, looking back at Dean. Beth tensed slightly when she heard that name.
"Sam? I thought he was dead." Dean asked, confusion written all over his face.
"Sam didn't die in Detroit. He said 'yes'." Future Dean explained.
"'Yes'?" Dean asked not quite understanding. There was a long silence as Future Dean let him process what he meant. "Wait. You mean—" Dean trailed off, walking closer to Dean.
"That's right. The big 'yes'. To the devil. Lucifer's wearing him to the prom." Future Dean didn't seem impressed.
"Why would he do that?" Dean couldn't make sense of it. Sam would never do that. It was then that Dean remembered another piece of information they had given him that he had ignored. "And why's Jess with him?" he asked.
"The devil's persuasive" Beth said quickly. She knew why Sam had done it, but she had never told Dean. What she never understood was why Jess went with him.
"Wish I knew why he did. But now we don't have a choice. It's in him, and it's not getting out." Future Dean held the colt up. "And we've got to kill him, Dean." he continued before he lowered the gun "And you need to see it—the whole damn thing, how bad it gets—so you can do it different."
"What do you mean?" Dean asked
"Zach said he was gonna bring you back, right? To oh-nine?" Future Dean questioned
"Yeah." Dean replied, confused as to where this was going.
"Well, when you get back home—you say 'yes'. You hear me? Say 'yes' to Michael." Future Dean spoke quietly, but angrily.
"That's crazy. If I let him in, then Michael fights the devil. The battle's gonna torch half the planet." Dean was angry, he would never do that.
"Look around you, man. Half the planet's better than no planet, which is what we have now. If I could do it over again, I'd say 'yes' in a heartbeat." Future Dean's voice had risen in anger.
"So why don't you?" Dean asked. If he wanted to say yes surely he would have.
"I've tried! I've shouted 'yes' til I was blue in the face! The angels aren't listening! They just—left—gave up! It's too late for me, but for you—" Future Dean was yelling.
"Oh, no. There's got to be another way." Dean wasn't believing this. There was no way this would happen.
"Yeah, that's what I thought. I was cocky. Never actually thought I'd lose. But I was wrong. Dean. I was wrong. I'm begging you. Say yes." Future Dean begged, but Dean just stared back at him. There was a short silence before Future Dean spoke up again. "But you won't. 'Cause I didn't. Because that's just not us, is it?" Future Dean questioned, but Dean never answered.
"And Dean?" Beth spoke up, breaking the silence.
"Yeah?" Dean asked.
"You call us back, you make us forgive you" Beth replied. She hoped that if they were back with the boys, all the stuff that happened wouldn't happen. That it could be avoided.
"I didn't mean any of it" he said sadness in his voice, remembering the hurt look on the girl's face. It hurt him even more knowing this is how the girls turned out because of it, Samantha dead, Jess with Lucifer and Beth like this, too much like him. He never wanted to see the girls like this, he could see how much it hurt future him too. Seeing the once happy Beth who was always cracking jokes like this, and he knew he'd change it, he promised he would.
"I know you didn't now, but they don't so you tell them" Beth replied. When her and Samantha had found Dean, he had explained it. She understood, but Dean didn't know half the story. They had found them after Jess was already gone, and Sam had said yes. They had narrowly escaped with their lives, but thankfully Jess had convinced Lucifer to let them go.
….
Dean, Future Dean, Beth, Castiel and several soldiers had driven so far before leaving their cars. It was now very early morning and the sun was beginning to rise behind the clouds. They made their way through what was meant to be a hot zone, but nothing came at them. When they reached the building, they all kneeled outside.
"There. Second-floor window. We go in there." Future Dean said taking the binoculars away from his face and handing them to Beth.
"You sure about this?" one of the soldiers asked.
"They'll never see us coming. Trust me. Now, weapons check. We're on the move in five." Future Dean muttered. Dean was watching him carefully, and he didn't believe a word he was saying.
"Hey, uh, me. Can I talk to you for a sec?" Dean asked. Future Dean got up out of his crouch and they went to the side.
"Tell me what's going on." Dean stated simply.
"What?" Future Dean asked, confused.
"I know you. You're lying to these people and to me." Dean said, not having any of it.
"Is that so?" Future Dean was faking his confusion.
"Yeah. See, I know your lying expressions. I've seen them in the mirror. Now, there's something you're not telling us." Dean was getting mad, his voice rising above the whisper he had been using before.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Future Dean continued to pretend.
"Oh, really? Well, I don't seem to be the only member of your posse with some questions, so, uh, maybe I'll just take my doubts over to them." Dean turned away and began walking towards the others.
"Okay, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait." Future Dean stopped him.
"What?" Dean turned back around to him.
"Take a look around you, man. This place should be white-hot with Croats. Where are they?" Future Dean asked, as if it was obvious. Dean thought about it for a second.
"They cleared a path for us. Which means that this is—" Dean was cut off by his future self.
"A trap. Exactly." Future Dean nodded.
"Well, then we can't go through the front." Dean said confused, that was stupid.
"Oh, we're not. They are. They're the decoys. You, me and Beth, we're going in through the back." Future Dean stated.
"You mean you're gonna feed your friends into a meat grinder? Cas, too? You want to use their deaths as a diversion?" Dean was shocked at himself. This was never something that he would do. Future Dean looked away, not answering his question, and yet answering it without saying a word. "Oh, man, something is broken in you. You're making decisions that I would never make. I wouldn't sacrifice my friends." Dean was angry, he couldn't let this happen.
"You're right. You wouldn't. It's one of the main reasons we're in this mess, actually." Future Dean began, blaming his past self.
"These people count on you. They trust you." Dean was attempting to get through to his future self, but his efforts were pointless.
"They trust me to kill the devil and to save the world and that's exactly what I'm gonna do." Future Dean was not changing his mind.
"No. Not like this, you're not. I'm not gonna let you." Dean was determined.
"Oh, really?" Future Dean asked raising his eyebrows.
"Yeah." Dean replied. What Dean had failed to realise was that Beth had snuck up behind him, and had heard most of the conversation. She slugged him and Dean fell to the ground.
...
When Dean woke up he was on the ground. He could hear gunfire coming from the building in front of him. He picked himself up and ran towards the noise. He rounded the building, coming to the back where he saw his future self lying on the ground, a foot on his neck. When he looked up he saw his brother in a white suit. At least it was the body of his brother. He seemed to hold himself in a different way to usual. He looked back down at his future self, as Future Dean stared back at him, his eyes pleading. Dean knew what he was pleading for, for him to make it different. Sam moved his foot slightly, a loud crack echoing in the air.
"Dean!" a voice screamed.
"Shut up." he heard another voice growl. Dean looked towards the voices, only just realising the existence of the other two. Beth was held in the grasp of a tall woman, a knife to her throat. It took him a moment to realise who it was. Jess, pure evil in her eyes. Jess noticed him looking, and smirked.
"Hi Dean." she grinned, but it was nothing but evil. She was clearly proud of herself. "You see little Beth here…" she began gripping Beth tighter, causing Beth to scream out in pain. "Wouldn't join our side, we let her go last time. But not again."
"Do it Jessica." Lucifer spoke for the first time, the sound of Sam's voice, cold, shocked Dean.
"Yes your majesty." Jess replied, smiling. Beth looked at Dean the same as future Dean had, her eyes pleading. Jess took the knife away from Beth's throat, before plunging it right through her neck. Beth gasping for breath, fell to the ground, blood flowing from her neck and out of her mouth. Dean watched in horror as Jess stared at her friend, or at least who use to be her friend, smiling. Beth gripped at her throat, but it was useless, she had lost too much blood. She stopped moving, her body going limp, and her arms falling to the ground.
"What happened to you?" Dean directed his question at Jess with disgust and sorrow. How could she possibly end up like this?
"I'm just who I was destined to be." She smirked.
"Quiet." Lucifer directed this at Jess before turning to Dean. "Hello Dean, aren't you a surprise." There was a boom of thunder, when suddenly Lucifer was behind Dean. He looked back quickly for Jess, but it appeared she had gone.
"I sent her away, she deserves a treat." He smirked. "You've come a long way to see this, haven't you?" Lucifer asked, no emotion in his voice. When Dean didn't reply, he cocked his head slightly.
"Well, go ahead. Kill me." Dean said seriously
"Kill you?" Lucifer asked, before tilting his head to look around Dean at the corpse of Future Dean. "Don't you think that would be a little...redundant?" Lucifer asked. Dean just stared, not saying a word. He couldn't watch this. His little brother possessed by the devil. Lucifer sighed, realising Dean wasn't going to talk. "I'm sorry. It must be painful, speaking to me in this—shape. But it had to be your brother. It had to be." Lucifer reached out for Dean's shoulder, intending to hold him comfortingly, but Dean moved his shoulder back. "You don't have to be afraid of me, Dean. What do you think I'm going to do?" Lucifer asked, moving to walk past him.
"I don't know. Maybe deep-fry the planet?" Dean replied as he turned around to watch Lucifer examine a rose. He clicked his fingers and Jess appeared, now tidied up from her earlier blood stained clothes. She was however, wearing a blood red gown. Lucifer plucked the rose and handed it to Jess.
"Why? Why would I want to destroy this stunning thing? Beautiful in a trillion different ways. The last perfect handiwork of God." Lucifer spoke with conviction. Dean just continued to stare, flicking his eyes between Lucifer and Jess, who was sniffing the rose Lucifer had handed to her. "You ever hear the story of how I fell from grace?" Lucifer questioned.
"Oh, good God, you're not gonna tell me a bedtime story, are you? My stomach's almost out of bile." Dean was trying to be tough, but this was very hard for him.
"You know why God cast me down? Because I loved him. More than anything. And then God created…" Lucifer spoke with frustration, and anger. He smirked before continuing. "You. The little...hairless apes. And then he asked all of us to bow down before you—to love you, more than him. And I said, "Father, I can't." I said, "These human beings are flawed, murderous." And for that, God had Michael cast me into hell. Now, tell me, does the punishment fit the crime? Especially, when I was right? Look at what six billion of you have done to this thing, and how many of you blame me for it." Lucifer ranted, he almost looked like he was going to cry.
"You're not fooling me, you know that? With this sympathy-for-the-devil crap. I know what you are." Dean was trying to keep it together. He voice coming out strained.
"What am I?" Lucifer questioned, curious and confused.
"You're the same thing, only bigger. The same brand of cockroach I've been squashing my whole life. An ugly, evil, belly-to-the-ground, supernatural piece of crap. The only difference between them and you is the size of your ego." Dean's eyes were watery, but he wasn't backing down. This caused Lucifer to smile.
"I like you, Dean. I get what the other angels see in you. Goodbye. We'll meet again soon." Lucifer turned to walk away, but he stopped as Dean spoke.
"You better kill me now!" Dean yelled, causing Lucifer to turn around. Dean didn't have anything else to live for, he couldn't win this fight.
"Pardon?" Lucifer was confused.
"You better kill me now. Or I swear, I will find a way to kill you. And I won't stop." Dean was shaking with anger. He would rather die than see this happen.
"I know you won't. I know you won't say yes to Michael, either. And I know you won't kill Sam or even your beloved girls. Whatever you do, you will always end up here. Whatever choices you make, whatever details you alter, we will always end up—here. I win. So, I win." Lucifer spoke, as a tear rolled down Dean's cheek.
"You're wrong." Dean was not going to let this happen, but he was losing hope fast.
"See you in five years, Dean." Lucifer reached for Jess, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. Thunder crashed and the two were gone, leaving Dean standing outside by himself.
Dean turned around to see Zachariah behind him, reaching for his forehead with two fingers. The next thing Dean knows he is back in his hotel room leaning against the kitchenette sink. Zachariah standing in front of him.
"Oh, well, if it isn't the ghost of Christmas screw you." Dean stood up, moving forward slightly.
"Enough. Dean, enough. You saw it, right? You saw what happens. You're the only person who can prove the devil wrong. Just say yes." Zachariah was seeming quite genuine.
"How do I know that this whole thing isn't one of your tricks? Huh? Some angel hocus-pocus?" Dean wasn't having any of it. He was mad.
"The time for tricks is over. Give yourself to Michael. Say yes and we can strike. Before Lucifer gets to Sam. Before billions die." Zachariah again seems to be genuine, but his patients is wavering. Dean considered this for a long moment, turning away from Zachariah.
"Nah." Dean says, before turning around.
"'Nah'? You telling me you haven't learned your lesson?" Zachariah is slightly mad now.
"Oh, I've learned a lesson, all right. Just not the one you wanted to teach." Dean replied.
"Well, I'll just have to teach it again!" Zachariah's voice rises in anger. "Because I got you now, boy, and I'm never letting you—" Zachariah stopped yelling when he realised Dean was gone.
…
Dean turned around seeing he was in the middle of nowhere along some road with Castiel.
"That's pretty nice timing, Cas." Dean chuckled slightly.
"We had an appointment." Castiel smiled slightly. Dean smiled back slightly, reaching a hand up he placed it on Castiel's shoulder.
"Don't ever change." Dean told him
"How did Zachariah find you?" Castiel questioned. Dean was fiddling around in his pockets, looking for his phone.
"Long story. Let's just stay away from Jehovah's Witnesses from now on, okay?" Dean pulled out his phone, searching through his contacts.
"What are you doing?" Castiel asked looking down at Dean's phone.
"Something I should have done in the first place." Dean said his voice cracking slightly. He put the phone up to his ear.
….
Dean was leaning against the Impala, thinking about what he was going to say when Sam and the girls showed back up. He had been so rude to them, pushing them away when they needed each other most. He was broken out of his thoughts when a car pulled up. Sam got out and they both walked toward each other.
"Sam." Dean said being the first one to speak. Sam just stared at him. Dean reached into his coat, pulling out Ruby's knife. Sam was slightly nervous, until Dean turned it around and handed it to him handle first. "If you're serious and you want back in...you should hang on to this. I'm sure you're rusty." Sam looked down and took the knife from Dean, he was unable to look him in the eye, embarrassed at what he had done. "Look, man, I'm sorry. I don't know. I'm...whatever I need to be. But I was, uh—wrong." Dean admitted.
"What made you change your mind?" Sam looked up at him for a moment.
"Long story. The point is...maybe we are each other's Achilles heel. Maybe they'll find a way to use us against each other, I don't know. I just know we're all we've got. More than that. We keep each other human." Dean explained.
"Thank you. Really. Thank you. I won't let you down." Sam was honest, he meant every word.
"Oh, I know it. I mean, you are the second-best hunter on the planet." Dean joked. Sam nodded smiling slightly.
"So, what do we do now?" Sam asked unsure.
"We make our own future." Dean meant it. There was no way he was letting what he had seen be the future. That was exactly why he had called Sam back and the girls. If they were together, they could change what happened without saying yes.
"Guess we have no choice." Sam agreed. Just as Sam said this another car pulled up. The boys turned to watch as the girls grabbed their bags, and got out of the car. They didn't say a word as they walked past Sam and Dean. They just quickly piled into the back of the Impala. The boys were a little shocked that they didn't attack them in a hug, but of course with the way Dean had treated them, he shouldn't be surprised. They were also a little confused as to how Beth was out of her cast and walking fine, surely it hadn't healed by now.
"Why weren't they with you?" Sam asked confused.
"I uh… long story." Dean muttered, not wanting to talk about it right now. He would have to find a way to talk to the girls and properly explain why he had done what he had. "Let's go Sammy." Dean said. Sam grabbed his stuff out of his car and put it in the trunk before they both hoped in. Dean started up the engine and looked in his rear-view mirror at the three girls behind him.
"We're still mad at you Dean" Samantha said noticing him looking.
"Just not mad enough to kill you" Jess explained
"Yet" Beth added smirking.