Supernatural Imagines

Fighting (Tomorrow's Problems Part 4)

I know that this part is LOOONG overdue, so you might want to go back and read the first 3 parts of the Tomorrow's Problems series as a refresher!

The past, present, and future swirled around in Dean's mind, mixing with each other and making him dizzy. Or maybe that was just the sight of your broken corpse on the cheap motel bed. Whatever the cause, Dean knew he couldn't stay much longer.

He turned away, his eyes stinging with restrained tears. A figure in the doorway caught him off guard, and Dean immediately hardened his face.

"Hello Dean," the man spoke eloquently.

When he stepped forward, Dean recognized his brother Sam, dressed in a white suit with slicked back hair.

"No," Dean muttered, knowing that it wasn't really Sam. First Y/N, now this? No wonder Future Dean had turned into a stone cold killer. The future sucked.

"I know that my appearance startles you, but I want you to feel comfortable around me," Lucifer deviously smirked.

"Why don't you just kill me?" Dean asked, slightly exasperated.

"Seems a little redundant considering I just took care of that problem a few minutes ago."

Dean glared up, feeling like a small part of himself was taken away. Even if he was a total dick, Future Dean was still Dean.

"Well what if I go back?" Dean asked, seemingly taunting the devil. It was a strange role reversal. "What if I say yes?"

Lucifer laughed and Dean's heart sank in his chest. It had been so long since he had heard his brother's laugh.

"It doesn't matter what you do Dean," The devil spoke with daring eyes. "No matter what choice you make or how you alter reality, we will always end up right here."

Dean heard the swoosh of wings behind him, for once grateful to see Zachariah. With a tap on the forehead, the two were standing back in the cheap hotel room where Dean had been before.

The lights were on and Zachariah was standing in front of Dean, giving him a smirk.

You darted awake and instinctually grabbed the handgun you kept under your pillow. Dean heard you let out a sigh after cocking the gun, and part of him yearned to take you into his arms.

"Do you see why you need to say yes?" Zachariah asked, a serious tone in his voice. "If we don't stop Lucifer now, the world will be like that in 5 years. So?"

Dean turned around to face you, noticing the look of confusion cross your face.

A soft smile spread across Dean's lips as relief flooded him. He was thankful to see you alive again, but he also recalled the memory of your dying wish, asking him to say yes to Michael.

"Nah." Dean shrugged, looking at you as he faced away from Zachariah.

The angel's face turned red with fury as Dean turned back to him. "Listen here! You will say yes to Michael, even if I have to torture you into-"

Zachariah disappeared and the world around Dean changed. He was suddenly standing on the side of an empty road, you by his side.

"Cas?" Dean spoke with a smirk. "Couldn't have asked for better timing."

"We had an appointment," The Angel smiled back politely.

Dean put a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eyes. "Don't ever change."

"What the hell happened?" You asked, still concerned.

Dean spun around quickly, pulling you into his arms and kissing you passionately. At first you were startled, but soon melted into the kiss, moving your lips perfectly in sync with Dean's.

You pulled away once you were out of breath and looked at Dean with astonishment.

"I can't believe it took you five years to do that." Dean muttered, a smile playing across his lips.

"Once again I'll ask, what the hell happened?" You smiled up at him.

"I'll tell you tomorrow," Dean let out a soft chuckle before leaning in to kiss you once again.

Maybe things would turn out okay, maybe they wouldn't. Right now the only thing that mattered was that you were in Dean's arms. You were alive, and you were still fighting.

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