Okay guys, some of you are really, really going to dislike me over these next few chapters. I know what I said in chapter 47, but... technically, this is a what-if part of the Supernatural universe. I toyed a lot with the episode: 5.04 The End, and altered it around.
MischievousAngel, either you're a mind reader, very perceptive, or you've been browsing in my notes or something because you guessed where I was heading a few chapters before I was ready to start with the reveal.
sarahmichellegellarfan, uh, I haven't given much thought about the Dean + Jane = Babies thing. Honestly, it's interesting to see how that would play out but on the other hand, it would also be a major pain in the butt for them with everything looming. We'll see. Maybe I'll conduct a poll or something, get some feedback.
Thank you everyone who's reading and reviewing, or just reading and following, either way is cool. :) Now I'll go hide under my rock until I know nobody is going to come at me with a pitchfork.
74: A Croatoan Future: Part 1
"Excuse me sir, but have you taken the time to think about God's plan for you?"
Jane turned back towards the man talking. He was addressing Dean, and from the look on Dean's face, she was hazarding a guess he wasn't interested.
"A bit too much lately." Dean responded in kind, not moving to take the offered tract.
"Ma'am?"
Jane did take the pamphlet, ignoring Dean's impatient eye roll. "Thank you." She followed Dean inside the hotel, trying to ignore the man's eyes burning holes in their backs. She eyeballed the tract, tossing it into the trashcan inside the doors. Her future was probably something very grim and gruesome. She let Dean handle the check in, like she always did, not about to meddle with the credit card fraud thing. She had tried that once, and it hadn't ended well. She was better with the hustling.
Once they were in their room, she headed straight for the bathroom, more to the point, the shower. Dean's cell had gone off and she heard him answering, Castiel. Castiel was using a phone, that was just weird. Dean appeared in the doorway and pointed a finger at her, gesturing for her to wait, and she nodded. Instead of dive bombing and hogging all the hot water, which had been her intentions, she instead prepped to share the stall. It wasn't that big to begin with and her eyes narrowed. They were both selfish when it came to hot water and space.
"I'm human, I got stuff to do."
Jane walked out of the bathroom, now wrapped in nothing but a towel and arched an eyebrow at her husband. She had heard something about the Colt, and wondered what was going on. Dean had said that mooks would have melted it down, which seemed to insinuate that Cas thought it was floating around somewhere, and they could get it. Having the Colt back would definitely be a plus for their side.
"Eat, sleep, sex it up with my wife, seriously man. Give me four hours."
"DEAN!"
"Cas says hi."
She flipped him off.
He flashed her a grin. "Four hours, Cas." He hung up and tossed the phone onto the bed, eyeing her up and down. A moment later, the towel was gone and he was pulling her against him, pressing his fully clothed body against hers. "Maybe I should have told him I'm gonna need the night…" He murmured, his head dipping so he could drop kisses along her collarbone.
"You're going to need more than that, Mr. Winchester."
2014
He was going to kill Zachariah. Somehow, someway, Dean was going to find a way to kill that egg sucking, junkless… "Whoa…" He had woken up with a helluva headache and handcuffed to… he was handcuffed to a ladder. He had driven to Bobby's, only… nobody had been home. The place looked like it had been ransacked and abandoned for years. The only thing he had found was a picture, which was what had led him here, and into his current situation. Frowning, he looked up and over. "What the hell?!"
"I believe that's my line."
Sitting at the table, cleaning a gun, was Dean. Dean was staring at himself.
"In fact, why don't you give me one good reason why I shouldn't gank you here and now?"
"Because you'd only be hurting yourself?"
Future Dean was a dick, Dean decided as he took in the scene around him. Future Dean had left him handcuffed to that ladder and gone out on some mission. So he had done his best to get free, and that had gotten him a nail from the floor board and a scratch on the wrist, but also out of those cuffs. From there, he had wandered outside, trying to take in everything at once and wrap his mind around what had happened.
Where was everyone, and by everyone, he meant Sam, and his wife, where was Jane? From what he had learned prior to being knocked out by… himself, the Croatoan virus had basically taken over most of the world. Anyone infected was shot on sight and he couldn't imagine Jane catching it. Had she been with him during his last encounter with the stuff? He racked his still slightly addled brain. No, he had made her stay at home, with Bobby. That had been fairly early in their relationship, after John had died. Not exactly the best of times.
He was distracted by Chuck, of all people. The fact that Chuck was here, and not dead, regardless of the status of his archangel, was surprising. Chuck had never struck Dean as a survivor. Not without help anyway, and if Chuck was here, Dean seriously doubted the archangels had his back anymore.
While talking to Chuck and pretending to be his other self, his future self, he was slapped by a woman named Risa. Risa was pissed about something, and when she demanded to know if he had been in Jane's cabin, his ears perked. "Jane?"
"There's something wrong with you, Winchester." Risa spat, eyes flashing. "You love her, you hate her, it can't be both!"
"Uh…"
"I thought we had a 'connection'."
"Uh, we did?"
"Hi Risa." Chucked waved lamely at her.
"Screw you!"
He was getting into trouble for stuff he hadn't even done yet!
"…it's um, surprisingly physical."
"It sure is."
Dean watched, in disbelief, at this hippie version of his angel. Castiel looked stoned, and he was surrounded by a bunch of women, obviously… no, no way. His attention was drawn from Castiel's sexual… thing, by the voice who had spoken up. It was a woman's voice, and she sounded amused. He looked around, finally away from the little group, and towards the back of the room. Standing at an open door was Jane, only her eyes were on Castiel, and she was smiling in amusement. But there was something in her stance, something hard, and something his Jane did not possess. It almost frightened him.
Castiel glanced at her, a rakish grin flickering across his features for only the briefest of moments. When he gave his attention back to his harem, it was almost instantly averted to Dean. "If you ladies would excuse me, I have to confer with our fearless leader. Perhaps now would be a good time to go wash for the orgy."
Fearless leader got Jane to look at him and Dean found himself smiling. The smile disappeared when her gray eyes seemed to go blank, like a window had been closed and her smile tightened, becoming decidedly less friendly. He took her in quickly, noting the blue jeans and an overly large pull-over top that looked like it had seen better days. Her hair was long and unkempt, with what looked like the beginning of some gray already showing, and she was leaner than his Jane. "Jane, sweetheart-"
"Don't call me that you son of a bitch!" She hissed, her fists clenching. "Just don't."
Dean could only watch as Castiel approached Jane, leaning in until their foreheads were touching. Jane's eyes closed and she took a deep breath, finally smiling again. What the hell?!
"Jane, deep breaths." Castiel was saying softly, soothingly, his hands now on her shoulders. He pressed his lips to her cheek when she seemed to relax. "Better?"
She nodded.
"Want me to come by later?"
That Castiel had whispered but Dean still heard it and his eyes narrowed to dangerous little slits when he realized just what he was witnessing. "You're sleeping with my wife?"
Jane snorted, stepping away from Cas. "Your wife, that's… that's funny. You only bother admitting I'm your wife when you want to sleep with me."
"And on that note… Jane, until later." Castiel was ushering her out before anything else could be said. Once she was gone, he shut the door and leaned against it. "Bro, you're ruining the vibes in here, not cool."
Dean was going to punch Castiel, hard.
"Playing with her that way, not cool ei- whoa…" Cas was walking again, moving to stand in front of Dean and blinked. "Strange."
Castiel was baked. Dean would normally have found that funny as hell, but so far, he wasn't laughing.
"What? And since when are you a hippie?"
"You are not you… not now you anyway. What year are you from?"
"2009, are you really sleeping with her?"
"With now her, sometimes, when she's lonely and hurting." Castiel's blue eyes were growing wider and a rather silly smile spread across his lips. "Who sent you here? Zachariah?"
"Yes, about Ja-"
"Interesting."
Dean revolved in his spot, watching as Castiel walked away from him. "Yeah, it's friggin' fascinating. Seriously, why- no, I don't want to know why. Just strap on your little angel wings and zap me back to my own page on the calendar."
"I, uh, wish I could strap on my wings, Dean, but uh, no dice."
"Are you stoned?"
"Generally, yes."
"What the hell is her problem?"
Considering what little Dean had learned so far, he wasn't overly impressed with his future self. He was a colossal dick. "Risa? Oh, apparently we were in Jane's cabin last night and uh, we also had a connection with Risa."
"Sonbitch…" Future Dean muttered, shaking his head as he watched Risa walk away.
"Speaking of Jane."
"Don't even go there."
"Well, considering she's our wife… and you're sleeping around, and she's banging Castiel." This wasn't his time, this wasn't necessarily his future, but just envisioning Jane with someone else was causing his heart to do some funny things. "What the hell happened, man? We –I- love her. How'd it come to this?"
Future Dean stared at his past self, eyes turning to steel. "You're going to need a drink for this." He said finally.
"I've been needing a drink since I got here, dude."
"Where are we going?"
Dean still wasn't sure if he was okay to be around this Castiel, he still wanted to cocock him pretty badly.
"For a drink and the story of Jane."
Castiel frowned, following them into Dean's quarters. "Think that's wise? It could upset-"
"Hey, if I would've known sooner, I could have gotten rid of her. Maybe I'm doing past Dean here a favor."
Dean really wanted to knock himself out and from the half sneer on Future Dean's lips, he knew it as well. Currently, the only thing holding him back from actually doing it was that he was pretty sure his future self wouldn't hesitate to incapacitate him in some way and that just couldn't happen. He wasn't getting back to his time if he was stuck taking unwanted naps via concussions. "Man, what the hell happened to us?"
"The end of the world," Future Dean was pouring three drinks now, sounding matter of fact. Turning, he held out a glass, smiling humorlessly. "Sam becoming Lucifer's bitch. And, oh, yeah, finding out my wife is basically a real live blow-up doll customized just for me."
A/N: And that is why I probably shouldn't go straying too far off the beaten path, my mind generally goes down horrible roads.
