Secrets Will Kill You: The Sequel

Back To The Future Part 1

I felt my senses start to come back to me and I felt one of my hands cuffed to something but I heard voices so I decided it'd be best to stay quiet. I recognized one to be Dean's...and the other was older Dean, I think.

"...look, I just want to get us back to our own friggin' year, okay?"

"Okay. If you're me, then tell me something only I would know"

There was a pause. "Rhonda Hurley. We were, uh, nineteen. She made us try on her panties. They were pink. And satiny. And you know what? We kind of liked it"

Another pause. "Touché"

Oh, I couldn't hold it in. I let out a laugh. "Pink panties huh, I have to remember that" I laughed as I opened my eyes to look around.

I saw Dean tensed...but, older Dean cracked a smile...and then it quickly faded away. He bent down in front of me to get in my face and he seemed like he was analyzing me.

"Hey, look. I'm up" another voice said and in walked...me.

I saw the older version of myself, standing there in short shorts and a skin tight belly shirt with stilettos. "Not now, Melissa" future Dean said.

Future me rolled her eyes.

My eyebrows rose and I glanced at Dean as he glanced at me too with an amused look. Guess some things don't change. "So, what, Zach zapped you up here to see how bad it gets?" she asked.

"I guess. Croatoan virus, right? That's their endgame?" Dean said.

"It's efficient, it's incurable, and it's scary as hell"

"Turns people into monsters. Started hitting the major cities about two years ago. World really went in the crapper after that" future Dean added.

"What about Sam?" Dean asked. Both, future Dean and Melissa froze in their spots. "And Brittney?" I added, my voice shook a little. I was almost afraid to ask.

Future Melissa just stood there, staring at me. Future Dean glanced at her but made eye contact with me and then Dean. "Heavyweight showdown in Detroit. From what I understand, Sam and Brittney didn't make it" he said, pretty monotonously.

"Neither of you were with them?"

"No...us and Sam and Brit...we haven't talked in...hell, five years"

"We never tried to find them?" I murmured, absentmindedly.

"We got other people to worry about" future Melissa said, coldly as she cocked her shotgun and got ready to head out. "Where are you two going?" Dean asked.

"Got to run an errand" future Dean answered.

"Whoa. you're just gonna leave us here?"

"Yes. We got a camp full of twitchy trauma survivors out there with an apocalypse hanging over their head. The last thing they need to see is a version of The Parent Trap. So, yeah, you both stay locked down"

"Okay. All right. Fine. But you don't have to cuff us, man. Oh, come on. You don't trust yourself?"

I shot him a look. "Yea, okay" future Melissa scoffed. "Absolutely not" future Dean added and they both left.

"Dick" Dean muttered. "Yea, tell me about it" I rolled my eyes.

He just glared at me and I glared back but mine was more playful. He just shook his head and then eyed something in the floorboards. "Here, lean over me to use your nails and claw out that nail" he said.

"Umm no. How about I just claw out this one" I said, gesturing to one much closer to me.

"Yea, that works too"