A Mess It Grows ~ Supernatural Fanfiction

Dean Winchester vs The Devil

Dean was working his way back to Alayna's cabin when he spotted a car and jeep pull up nearby. He recognized his own profile almost immediately. Future Dean jumped out of the jeep along with a group of soldiers, followed by Alayna. He grabbed a couple of beers and tossed one to a guy with him. They both opened the beers and took a drink. Dean watched as the soldier started to walk toward the main building, and Future Dean drew his gun, pointing it at the soldier.

"Hey. Hey! Watch out!" Dean called out, drawing everyone's attention to him. Future Dean shot the soldier in the back of the head and he fell to the ground. Suddenly all eyes were on Dean and his future self.

"Damn it," He muttered, looking at the ground and shaking his head.

"We're not gonna lie to you," Alayna announced quickly, stepping up between the two Dean's. "Him 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," she said pointedly. Future Dean was fuming, and Dean suddenly wished he'd kept his mouth shut as the soldiers took all this in, along with the defiant stares from Alayna before turning and heading toward the main hall.

Dean quickly found himself shoved back into Alayna's cabin, in the middle of a lecture. "What the hell was that?" Future Dean asked, pointing out toward where they'd just come from.

"What the hell was that?" Dean asked incredulously. "You just shot a guy in cold blood."

"We were in an open quarantine zone," Alayna said, dumping her things on the couch nearby. "Got ambushed by some Croats on the way out." Dean shrugged and looked at her.

"Croats. Croatoans," His future self supplied, opening a bottle of liquor on the table and pouring himself a drink. "One of them infected Yeager."

"How do you know?" Dean asked.

"'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." He lifted the glass to his lips and took a drink, simultaneously pouring another glass and handing it silently to Alayna who joined him with a grateful smile.

"'Troubling a good man'?" Dean asked. "You just blew him away in front of your own people. Don't you think that freaked them out a little bit?"

"It's 2014, Dean. Plugging some Croat, it's called commonplace," Alayna said with a shrug. He was staring at the pair of them, he didn't recognize either one of them.

"Trading words with my friggin' clone..." Future Dean continued. "That might have freaked them out a little." Alayna sniggered and nodded, taking another sip. Dean looked between the two, suddenly uncomfortable with how close they'd gotten. Sure, him and Alayna were close, but after what Risa said, he just couldn't tell anymore.

"All right, look..." Dean started, wanting to address the rumors.

"No, you look," Future Dean interrupted. "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."

Dean stopped short at his look, realizing he was right. "All right, man. I'm sorry. Look, I—I'm not trying to mess you—me—us up here."

"I know," he said, taking another sip of his drink.

"This has been one wacky weekend." Alayna muttered, pouring herself another drink before pouring another for Dean and handing it to him.

"Tell me about it." Both Dean's muttered.

Alayna looked between them a little freaked out, "Now that was weird."

Dean let out a short laugh, "What was this mission, anyway?" Future Dean turned for the table, pulling the gun out from under his jacket. "The Colt?" Dean asked.