Supernatural: Back to the Future II (The Song Remains the Same)
September 12th 2010 21:51
Warrant's "Cherry Pie" blares as Dean sits on a couch in a strip club, facing a small stage where a woman dressed as a sexy devil dances in front of him.
“Oh I take it all back,” he says, transfixed. “I love the devil.”
She walks forward to stroke his cheek as the music continues…
Taste so good
Make a grown man cry
Sweet cherry pie
Oh yeah
She's my cherry pie
Put a smile on your face
Ten miles wide
Looks so good
Bring a tear to your eye
He blinks and suddenly a second dancer appears, this one dressed as an angel. (Sweet cherry pie!)
He grins. “Now, that's what I call peace on earth.” They continue to dance, lean towards him, then suddenly part and walk off. Anna appears on stage by herself as the music ends. Dean is surprised to see her.
“Anna?” He glances around, the dancers are gone. He shifts uncomfortably, and explains, “I was just, uh, workin’ on a case…”
“This is what you dream about.”
He looks away, tries to think of a good answer, and finally admits, “Awkward. Why are you gate-crashing my head? Why don't you just swing by the motel?”
She sits next to him. “I can’t find you.”
“Oh,” Dean answers. “Cas did this thing…”
“Cas, right,” Anna interrupts dryly. “Now there’s a friend you can count on.”
“What?” Dean asks, confused.
“He didn’t tell you.”
He’s still confused. “Tell me what?”
“Where I’ve been,” she answers, tone indicating that wherever it was, it wasn’t pleasant. Her gaze turns inward. “Of course not,” she mutters, “why would he?”
“Where have you been?” Dean tries again, and she looks at him.
“Prison. Upstairs. All the torture, twice the self-righteousness,” she answers curtly, and when Dean asks why Cas wouldn’t have told them, she quickly answers, “Because he's the one who turned me in. Don't look so shocked. He was always a good little soldier. Did anything under orders.”
“I didn’t know,” Dean says, suddenly serious. “Are you okay?”
“No. And I don't have long. I broke out. Barely. They're looking for me. If they find me—“
“Okay,” Dean interrupts. “What do you need?
“Meet me. 225 Industrial. And, please, just hurry.”
Dean gasps awake from his dream, sitting up to find himself half-sitting/half lying on a bed in a hotel room. He’s already dressed and ready to go.
~*~*~
Anna enters a dark warehouse alone. Trash blows slowly through pools of light as she glance around. “Hello?” she asks. “Who’s there?”
Suddenly the lights burst in a shower of sparks. It’s a familiar occurrence…
Cas appears behind her. “Hello, Anna.”
“Well,” she says, not turning around. “If I didn’t know any better…” she turns to face him. “I’d say the Winchesters don’t trust me.”
“They do, I don’t,” he answers simply. “I wouldn’t let them come.”
“And why is that?” she asks as Castiel starts to walk. She turns to keep an eye on him as he circles her, checking out the warehouse.
“If you're out of prison, it's because they let you out. And they sent you here to do their dirty work.”
“And what makes you so sure?”
“Because I’ve experienced,” he says, turning to face her and finishing, “Heaven’s persuasion.”
“You mean when you gave me to them,” she says angrily, and he studies her a moment.
“That was a mistake.” He pauses, then starts to leave, “Anna, whatever they sent you here to do—“
“They didn’t send me,” she interrupts, “I escaped.”
He stops, facing her again, and reminding, “No one escapes.”
“All these centuries, and you’re underestimating me now?”
He gives her a suspicious look and asks, ‘If you’re not one of them, then what do you want?”
“I want to help.”
“You want to help?” He still isn’t convinced.
“Yes,”
“Then what are you doing with that knife?”
Anna pulls out the knife and simply asks, “I’m not allowed to defend myself?”
Castiel isn’t buying it. “Against whom?” he asks. “That blade doesn’t work against angels. It’s not like this one.” His dagger appears in his hand. “Maybe you’re not working for Heaven,” he says calmly, “but there’s something you’re not telling me.”
He continues to stare at her and Anna swallows hard. Finally, she meets his gaze and answers, “Sam Winchester has to die.”
~*~**~
“I'm sorry but we have no choice,” Anna continues. “He's Lucifer's vessel.”
“He’s not the only one.”
“What? That guy, Nick?” she asks skeptically. “He’s burning away as we speak. No. Sam is the only vessel that matters. You know what that means. If Lucifer can't take Sam, his whole plan short-circuits. No fight with Michael, no Croatoan virus. The Horsemen go back to their day jobs.”
“Even if you could...kill Sam,” Castiel answers, shifting his gaze to the room. “Satan would just bring him back to life.”
“Not after I scatter his cells across the universe,” she answers defiantly and Castiel turns away. “They’ll never find him,” she insists, “Not all of him.”
“We’ll find another way,” Cas says quietly, his back to her, and Anna sarcastically asks, “How’s that goin’? How's the Colt working out? Or the search for God? Is anything working? If you want to stop the Devil, THIS is how.”
“The answer’s still no,” Castiel answers, set on his decision. “Because Sam is my friend.”
Grimly Anna realizes, “You’ve changed.”
“Maybe too late,” he answers, still not looking at her. “But I have.” He finally turns to face her. “Anna, we've been through much together, but you come near Sam Winchester,” he warns, “and I'll kill you.”
Anna disappears…
~*~*~
…And reappears on the hood of a couple’s phoenix winged car hood as Molly Hatchet’s “The Creeper” plays from their radio. Shocked, the man and woman jumped out of the car, rushing around to see if she’s alright. She’s out cold.
“You okay?”
“We have to get her to a hospital!”
They help Anna up and down an alleyway adorned with a giant poster for the movie’ Grease’…
~*~*~
Back at the orange-themed motel room, Dean asks, “Really? Anna?” as Castiel draws a symbol in calk on the table.
“It’s true,” he answers, and when Dean replies, “So she's gone all Glenn Close, huh? That's awesome,” just straightens, confused, and asks, “Who’s Glenn Close?”
“No one,” Dean mutters, pacing by Sam, who is sitting on the edge of a nearby bed by the window. “Just this psycho bitch who likes to boil rabbits…”
“So the plan to kill me,” Sam asks seriously, “would it actually stop Satan?”
“No Sam, come on,” Dean interrupts, but Sam ignores him.
“Cas, what do you think? Does Anna have a point?”
Dean looks at Castiel, who glances from him to Sam, and finally answers, “No. She’s uh,” his gaze shifts between the brothers and he finishes, “Glenn Close.”
“I don't get it,” Dean says, walking back towards Cas. “We're looking for the chick that wants to gank Sam? Why poke the bear?”
“Anna will keep trying,” Cas answers, continuing with his ritual. “She won't give up until Sam is dead. So we kill her first.” He pours oil into a bowl on the table. “Zod ah ma ra la ee est la gi ro sa.” Red flame shoots from the bowl and Castiel steps back. He leans heavily on the back of a chair, breathing hard, eyes closed. After a second, he opens his eyes. “I’ve found her.”
“Where is she?” Dean asks, and Cas answers, “Not where. When.” He straights. “1978.”
“What?” Sam asks, getting up and voicing both his and Dean’s confusion. “Why 1978? I wasn’t even born yet.”
“You won't be,” Castiel answers, lost in thought. “If she kills your parents.”
“What?”
“Anna can't get to you,” he answers, stepping towards them, “because of me. So she's going after them.”
“Take us back right now,” Dean says without hesitation, but Cas doesn’t think that’s such a great idea.
“And deliver you right to Anna.” He shakes his head. “I should go alone.”
“They’re our parents, Cas,” Dean insists, “We’re going.”
“It’s not that easy.” He turns back around as Sam asks why not. “Time travel was difficult even with the powers of heaven at my disposal.”
“Which got cut off,” Sam says, realizing the difficulty.
“So, what?” Dean asks, “you're like a Delorean without enough plutonium?”
“I don't understand that reference,” Cas answers, “but I'm telling you, taking this trip, with passengers no less.” He shakes his head. “It’ll weaken me.”
“They're our mom and dad,” Dean says seriously, stepping towards him. “If we can save them, and not just from Anna. I mean if we can set things right. We have to try.”
Castiel shakes his head wearily, but ends up packing his holy jars and knife into a duffle bag, and asking, “Ready?” He turns to face them.
“Not really,” Sam answers, pulling his back onto his shoulder.
“Bend your knees,” Dean mutters to his brother, and Sam does so as Cas holds out two fingers and touches their foreheads.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean suddenly appear in the middle of a rainy street in 1978, jumping and hurrying out of the way as a car honks its horn at them and the driver shouts, “Get out of the street!” They quickly start for the sidewalk and another car slams on its breaks. Sam quickly waves at the driver as he and his brother back between two parked cars to the sidewalk.
“Did we make it?” Sam asks, and glancing around the street, Dean answers, “Unless they're bringing Pintos back into production, I, uh, I'd say yes.” He spots Castiel leaning heavily against a nearby car, nose bleeding.
Sam spots him too. “Cas?”
“Hey!”
The boys quickly rush over to him.
“Hey, hey, hey—“
“Take it easy, take it easy,” Dean says, leaning down to the angel. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” Castiel answers. ‘I’m much better than I expected—“ he suddenly coughs up blood and both Sam and Dean grab him as he slumps over, passing out.
“Cas?” Sam asks, holding his hand in front of the angel’s mouth. “He’s breathing,” he tells Dean. “Sort of. What do we do?”
~*~*~
Sam rips a page out of the phonebook in a phone booth and folds it up as Dean comes out of the Prairie Court Motel. Sam watches as people walk by and mutters, “I mean, the mustaches alone…”
“So I paid for Cas for five nights up in the, uh, honeymoon suite,” Dean tells Sam, joining his brother on the street. “I told the manager, 'Do not disturb no matter what.' You know what he said to me? 'Yeah. Don't sweat it. Want to buy some dope?'” Sam snorts and Dean reiterates, “Dope. We ought to stick around here, buy some stock in Microsoft.”
“Yeah, we might have to if Cas doesn't recover.” Sam pauses. “Is he all right?”
“What do I look like—Dr. Angel, Medicine Woman? He'll wake up. He's, you know, tough for a little nerdy dude with wings.”
“If he landed like that, hopefully, so did Anna,” Sam says. “Should buy us some time.”
Dean asks his brother if he found what he was looking for. Yep. He found where their parents live. “Let’s go pop in on the folks,” Dean says, and they’re off.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean drive up to the house at night. Sam gets out of the car and hurries across the street, but Dean stops him. “Sam, wait, wait, wait, wait.”
“Anna could be hear any second.”
“What are we gonna march up there and tell ‘em?”
“Uh, the truth?”
“What? That they’re sons are back from the future so save them from an angel? Gone Terminator? Come on, those movies haven’t even come out yet,” Dean points out.
“Well, then tell her demons are after 'em. I mean, she thinks you're a hunter, right?” Sam asks, and Dean answers, “Yeah, a hunter who disappeared right when her dad died. She's gonna love me.” He glances at the house a second, then finishes, “Just follow my lead.” He heads across the street.
Inside, Mary is setting the dinner table. “How was work?”
“It was, uh, great,” John answers reaching for his plate, but she stops him. Not before he washes up. He grins, pulling her into his arms. “I love it when you get bossy.” He kisses her and walks out of the kitchen. Just then the doorbell rings.
When Mary opens the door and spots Sam and Dean standing on the doorstep, she freezes, recognizing Dean. “You can’t be here.”
“I’m sorry if this is a bad time.”
“You don’t understand, I’m not—“ she glances sideways at Sam, who is still too in shock at seeing his mother to say anything. “I don’t do that anymore,” she continues. “I have a normal life now. You have to go.” She tries to shut the door but he stops her, telling her that it’s important, and suddenly John shows up.
“Sorry, sweetie,” Mary quickly forces a smile. “They’re just—“
“Mary’s cousins,” Dean quickly explains. “Yeah, we couldn't stop through town without swinging by and saying 'hey', now, could we?” He lets out a short laugh and holds out his hand. “Dean.”
His dad shakes his hand, cocking his head to the side. “You look familiar.”
“Really…” Dean glances at his mom who looks at his dad, and says, “Yeah, you do, too, actually, you know? We must have met sometime. Small towns, right? Got to love 'em.”
Their dad turns politely to Sam. “I’m John.”
Sam is overwhelmed and almost in tears seeing his parents happy and alive. He can only stare a moment, then realizes what he’s doing and shakes his dad’s had as Dean introduces him. “This is Sam.”
“Sam, uh, Mary’s father was a Sam,” their dad answers, finding that an interesting coincidence.
“Uh, it’s a—it’s a family name,” Dean quickly answers, and John realizes that Sam is still holding onto his hand.
“You okay pal?” he asks. “You look a little spooked.”
Dean glances from his brother and father’s hands to Sam, and Sam finally shakes himself out of his stupor. “Oh, oh, yeah, just a…long trip.”
Mary tells John that Sam and Dean were “just on their way out”, and he happily answers, “What? They just got here. Real happy to meet folks from Mary's side. Please come on in for a beer.
“Twist my arm,” Dean answers, glancing at Mary as she gives him a stern look. She doesn’t want them there.
~*~*~
As they sit around the coffee table, Sam can’t stop staring at his mom and his dad notices. “You sure you’re okay, Sam?”
“Wh—oh, yeah, yeah I just um…” Earnestly, he turns to his mom and says, “You are so beautiful.”
Glancing between his parents, Dean quickly adds, “He means that in a-a non-weird, wholesome, family kind of a way.”
“Yeah, right, uh—“ Sam stutters, realizing once again that he’s staring and they have no idea that he’s their son.
“We haven't seen Mary in—in quite some time,” Dean explains. “And, see, she's the spitting image of our mom. I mean, it's—it's—“
“Eerie,” Sam finishes. They have no idea just how strange it really is for them. Especially Sam who was too young to really remember his mother when she died.
John asks Sam and Dean how they’re related to Mary, and Dean just answers, “You know, uh, distantly.” When their dad asks if they knew Mary’s parents, Dean says, “Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Mary's dad was, uh…pretty much like a grandpa to us.”
“Oh,” John answers softly, placing his hand on top of his wife’s. “Was tragic…that heart attack.”
Mary glances furtively at Dean. John doesn’t know the truth and she’s not about to tell him. Dean doesn’t spoil her secret.
“Yes,” he agrees. “It was.”
John asks what they’re doing in town, and Dean answers a general, “Uh, business, you know,” but his dad doesn’t leave it at that and asks, “Oh yeah? What line of work.”
“Plumbing,” Sam answers at the same time Dean says, “Scrap metal.”
“Oh gosh,” Mary interrupts, jumping up before anyone else can say anything more. “I hate to be rude, but I got to get dinner ready.”
“Maybe they could stay,” John tries politely, but with an intense look Dean’s way Mary just answers, “I’m sure they have to leave.”
“Uh, look, please stay,” John tells Sam and Dean. “You know, it would mean a lot to me. I haven't met much of Mary's side of the family.” He leaves Mary, Sam, and Dean in the living room to stare at each other. Guess they’re staying.
~*~*~
On the phone, John begs a Mr. Woodson to reconsider, he really needs that mechanic job. Mr. Woodson tells him he’s a great mechanic, “but times ain’t exactly rosy.” After a little more convincing, he finally agrees to meet with him now. “All right, look. Come on in right now, let's talk. Maybe we can figure something out.”
“You serious?” John asks, surprised, and Anna, posing as Mr. Woodson on the other line answers, “I'll see you in ten minutes. Don't keep me waiting.”
In the other room, Mary tells Dean, “You have to leave. Now.”
“Okay, just listen—“
“No, you listen. Last time I saw you, a demon killed my parents. Now you waltz in here like you're family? Whatever you want—no. Leave me alone.”
“You and John are in danger,” Sam tells her, and she has no idea what he’s talking about.
“Something’s coming for you,” Dean tells her, and when she asks, “Demon?”he answers, “Not exactly.”
“Well, what then?”
“It’s kind of hard to explain, okay? It’s—It’s—”
“An angel,” Sam interrupts, and Dean shoots him a disapproving look. So much for that.
“What?” Mary asks skeptically. “There’s no such thing.”
“I wish,” Dean says as Sam takes in a long breathe. “But they’re twice as strong as demons. And bigger dicks.”
“Why would an angel want to kill us?”
“It's a long story, and we'll tell you the whole thing, but right now, you've got to trust us, and we got to go.” When his mom doesn’t answer, Dean adds, “Look at my face and tell me if I'm lying to you.”
Mary studies him a second, then finally quietly answers, “Okay…where do we go?”
“Out of here. We gotta move now though.”
“Okay, but what do I tell John?”
“Just tell him—” Dean glances around for his dad and suddenly realizes he’s not there. “John?”
Sam, Dean, and their mom all head into the hallway, where they find the phone empty and a note reading: Back in 15, J Mary pulls the clipboard off and looks at Dean, who looks at Sam. Great. Just great.
~*~*~
In a dark garage, John walks in, calling out, “Mr. Woodson? You still here?” He gets no answer, so he walks in, turning on the light. He spots a man on the floor, rushes over to help, only to find the man’s eyes burned out. Shocked, he stumbles back into Anna, who flings him across the room with a wave of her hand. He smashes into a line of shelves, toppling the entire thing, and gets back up as Anna’s vision starts to blur. Momentarily losing her concentration, Anna’s too slow to avoid the crowbar John swings at her and he knocks her to the floor. Unfortunately, she’s there for only a split second before she’s back up on her feet behind him. He sees her just in time to get flow back across the room again and over the hood of a car. Anna spins around just as Dean lunges at her with Castiel’s knife, and grabs him by the throat.
“I wish I could say it's good to see you, Anna.”
“You too, Dean.” She flings him through a glass window.
Mary grabs the knife and Anna spins around. They fight. Mary nicks Anna with the blade. John wakes up. Mary continues to swing, but Anna disappears. She reappears behind her and grabs Mary’s arm. “I’m sorry,” Anna mutters unemotionally, then flings Mary into the windshield of the car she just threw John over.
Mary struggles over the top of the car and down the back window as Anna slowly walks towards her. Mary gets to her feet, rushes over to grab a crowbar, then swings around and shoves it right through Anna’s heart. Anna grunts, but the iron has no more effect. Staring at Mary, she slowly pulls the crowbar out. “Sorry,” she tells a stunned Mary. “It’s not that easy to kill an angel.”
“No,” Sam calls out from where he’s been painting blood on the wall. “But you can distract ‘em.” He slams his hand into the symbol and Anna disappears in a flash.
Mary looks over at John who can’t believe what he just saw. He stares at his wife. She stares back, her expression torn.
~*~*~
Sam and Dean are in the back of the impala as their dad drives and their mom sits in the front. It’s an oddly bizarre, sadly bittersweet moment.
“Monsters?” John asks doubtfully. “Monsters?” He still doesn’t believe it.
“Yes,” Mary answers wearily, and getting angry, he says, “Monsters are real—“
“I’m sorry, I didn’t know how—“
“And you fight them?” he talks over her. “All of you?”
“Yeah,” Sam answers from the back seat.
“How long?” John answers, and Mary hesitantly answers, “All my life.” It’s another blow.
“John, just try to understand—“ Mary tries at the same time Dean mutters, “she didn’t exactly hav ea choice—“ and John just interrupts, “Shut up, all of you! Look, not another word, or so help me, I will turn this car around!”
Nobody says anything for a moment, until, “Wow,” Dean mutters to Sam, “Awkward family road trip.”
“No kidding,” Sam agrees.”
~*~*~
“Place has been in the family for years,” Mary says as they enter an old house. She walks through the entranceway into the living room and pulls bag the rug. “Devil's trap. Pure iron fixtures, of course.” She turns on the light. “Um, there should be salt and holy water in the pantry, knives, guns.” When Sam tells her that none of that’s going to work, it’s just gonna make Anna angry, Mary asks, “So, what will kill it? Or slow it down at least?”
“Not much.”
“Great.”
“He said not much, not nothing,” Dean tells his mom, heading for the table with his bag. “We packed. If we put this up,” he says, pulling out a piece of paper with a symbol on it, “and she comes close, we beam her right off the starship.”
Mary looks at it and Sam picks up one of Castiel’s urns. “This is holy oil,” he explains. “It's kind of like a, like a devil's trap for angels. Come on. I'll show you how it works.”
Sam and his mom leave and John grimly asks Dean, “Hey, what’s the deal with the thing on the paper?”
“It’s a sigil,” Dean explains to the younger version of his dad. “That means—“
“I don’t care what it means. Where does it go?”
“On a wall or a door.”
“How big should I make it?”
“John…”
“What? Y'all might have treated me like a fool, but I am not useless. I can draw a damn—whatever it is—a sigil.”
“Why don't you go help Sam out?” Dean answers gently. “Okay? ‘cause this has gotta be done in…” he hesitates. “It’s got to be done in human blood.”
John looks at Dean, then grabs the knife off the table and slits his hand. “So, how big?”
“I’ll show you.” Dean chuckles softly to himself.
“What?”
“All of a sudden, you...you really remind me of my dad.” Dean leaves.
~*~*~
As John paints the symbol on the wall, Sam comes over. “That’s really good.”
“You come to check on me?”
“Uh... I wanted to say I—I'm sorry about all this,” Sam apologizes. “I—I know it's a lot.”
“Look,” his dad asks, “how long have you known about this...hunting stuff?”
“Pretty much forever,” Sam answers. “My dad raised me in it.”
“You're serious?” John asks, clearly disapproving. “Who the hell does that to a kid?”
Shaking off the strangeness of his own dad criticizing his future self, Sam tries, “Well, for the record, Mary’s parents did.”
“I don't care. You know, what kind of irresponsible bastard lets a child anywhere near—Y-you know, you could've been killed!”
“I, uh...came kind of close.”
“The number it must've done on your head... Your father was supposed to protect you.”
“He was trying,” Sam defends his dad to his dad. “He died trying.” He lets out a mirthless laugh and sits down. “Believe me. I used to be mad at him. I-I mean, I used to... I used to hate the guy. But now I-I... I get it. He was...just doing the best he could. And he was trying to keep it together in—in—in this impossible situation. See... My mom, um... She was amazing, beautiful, and she was the love of his life. And she got killed. And...I think he would have gone crazy if he didn't do something. Truth is, um, my dad died before I got to tell him that…I understand. Why he did what he did. And I forgive him for what it did to us. I do. And I just—“ Sam swallows hard, looking at his dad. “I love him.”
~*~*~
It’s still night as Anna stands outside. There is a flutter of wings, and without even turning around, she mutters. “Uriel.” She turns to face the younger version of the angel. “You look well.”
“You shouldn't have called,” he says walking towards her. “We're under strict orders not to come down here, much less take a vessel.” He looks her over. “You're not the Anna of now.”
“No, but thirty years from now, I'm still your superior. I need you to kill some humans.”
“Always happy to do some smiting. But what's going on?”
“In the future, these people are going to kill you, Uriel.” She pauses to let the words sink in. “I'm giving you the chance to kill them first.”
Not phased, he simply answers, “Thank you.”
~*~*~
Back at the house, Mary finishes with the oil on the floor and looks to Dean leaning in the doorway. He’s highlighted by the light of the red lamp shades behind him. “Okay,” she tells him. “You said you'd explain everything when we had a minute. We have a minute. Why does an angel want me dead?”
“’cause they’re dicks,” Dean answers, trying to skirt the question, but that’s not good enough.
“I didn’t even know they existed, and now I’m a target?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Try me.” She stands up. “All ears.”
Dean hesitates a moment, then answers, “you’re just gonna have to trust me, okay?”
“I’ve been trusting you all day.”
“It’s kind of hard to believe.”
“Alright then, I’m walking out the door.”
“I’m your son.”
Mary freezes. “What?” Surely she heard wrong.
Dean walks towards her and finally tells her the truth. “I'm your son. Sorry. I don't know how else to say it. We're from the year 2010. An angel zapped us back here. Not the one that attacked you, friendlier.”
“You can’t expect me to believe that,” she answers very skeptically, but he answers, “Our names are Dean and Sam. Winchester. We're named after your parents. When I would get sick? You would make me tomato-rice soup, because that's what your mom made you.” Mary is starting to tear up, even more so as Dean continues, “And instead of a lullaby…you would sing "Hey Jude", 'cause that's your favorite Beatles song.”
“I…I don’t believe it.” Crying, she whispers, “No…”
“I’m sorry, but it’s true.”
“I raised my kids to be hunters?” she asks, horrified and heartbroken.
“No, no you didn’t.”
“How could I do that to you?”
“You didn’t do it,” Dean says again. “Because you’re dead.”
“What—what happened?” she asks, trying to take it all in.
“Yellow-eyed demon,” he answers. “He killed you, and…” Dean looks around for his dad. “John became a hunter to get revenge. He raised us in this life. Listen to me…A demon comes into Sam's nursery exactly six months after he's born. November second, nineteen eighty-three. Remember that date. And whatever you do, do not go in there. You wake up that morning and you take Sam and you run—”
“That's not good enough, Dean,” Sam says, suddenly appearing in the doorway. “Wherever she goes, the demon's gonna find her. Find me.”
“Well, then what?” Dean asks his brother, and Sam hesitates. Finally, he regretfully answers, “
She can leave Dad. That's what.” To his mom, he says, “You got to leave John.” She’s horrified. “When this is all over, walk away, and never look back.”
“So we're never born,” Dean says, looking at his brother. “He's right.”
“I-I can’t,” Mary stutters emotionally. “You're saying that you're my children, and now you're saying—“
“You have no other choice,” Sam says, and Dean adds, “There's a big difference between dying and never being born. And trust me, we're okay with it, I promise you that.”
“Okay well I’m not!”
“Listen, you think you can have that normal life that you want so bad, but you can't. I'm sorry,” Sam tells her gently. “It's all gonna go rotten. You are gonna die, and your children will be cursed.”
There’s a long pause as she looks at her future sons, and finally Mary says, “There—there HAS to be a way.”
“No, this is the way,” Dean answers. “Leave John.”
“I can’t.”
“This is bigger than us. There are so many more lives at stake—“
“You don't understand. I CAN’T,” she interrupts Dean. “ It's too late.” She hesitates, then softly tells them, “ I'm...I'm pregnant.”
Before either Sam or Dean can say anything, their dad suddenly rushes in with an announcement of his own, “Hey, we got a problem. Those blood things, the sigils—they're gone.”
“Gone as in...” Sam starts, and John interrupts, “I-I drew one on the back of the door. I turned around. And when I looked back again, it was a smudge.”
Dean goes to check. “He's right”
Mary makes another discovering. “There's no more holy oil.”
Suddenly the lights start to flicker and a high-pitched noise fills the air. Sam pulls out the knife and everyone grabs their ears in pain as the windows explode in a burst of glass.
Suddenly everything stops.
The door flies open.
Young Uriel steps in.
“Who the hell are you?” Dean asks.
“I'm Uriel.”
“Oh come on,” Dean mutters. Can’t they ever get a break? Sam and Dean quickly step in front of their parents. Anna appears on the other side of the room.
Sam glances at his brother. “Go.”
“Here goes nothin’.” Dean lunges at Uriel as Sam takes the knife after Anna. John grabs Mary and keeps her out of the way. He spots the knife on the ground, but Anna grabs it first, shoving Sam away. She stands up and cups his face. Wordlessly, she flings him outside. She turns back to Mary. Uriel continues to lay into Dean.
Sam gets up to protect his mom, but Anna rips something off the wall and stabs him in the chest. Even though he’s being strangled by Uriel, Dean shouts, “Sammy!”
Outside, a warm light begins to glow over an unconscious John.
Inside, Sam looks down at the knife in his chest and falls to the ground.
“Sam!” Dean struggles to shout as Uriel still has him by the throat.
Anna turns to Mary. “I’m really sorry.”
“Anna…”
She turns around. It’s John, but it’s not John. “Michael.”
He presses his hand to her heart and Anna’s eyes start to glow, suddenly fire starts to blaze out of them and Anna bursts into ash. He stares at Mary a second then turns around.
“Michael,” Uriel says. “I didn’t know.”
“Goodbye, Uriel,” Michel says, annoyed, and with a snap of his fingers Uriel is gone.
“What did you do to John?” Mary asks, and he tells her he’s fine. “Who—what, are you?”
“Shh...” Michael presses two fingers to her forehead and Mary falls down, out cold. He turns as Dean forces himself to his feet, wincing in pain. “Well,” the angel tells him. “I'd say this conversation is long overdue, wouldn't you?”
“Fix him,” Dean orders, pointing to his brother.
“First we talk. Then I fix your darling little Sammy.”
Dean stares at the angel then asks, “How'd you get in my dad, anyway?”
“I told him I could save his wife, and he said yes.”
“I guess they oversold me being your one and only vessel, huh?”
“You're my true vessel but not my only one.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It's a bloodline.”
“A bloodline?”
“Stretching back to Cain and Abel. It's in your blood, your father's blood, your family's blood,” Michael explains.
“Awesome,” Dean mutters sarcastically. “Six degrees of Heaven Bacon. What do you want with me?”
“You really don’t know the answer to that?”
“Well, you know I ain't gonna say yes, so why are you here? What do you want with me?!”
“I just want you to understand what you and I have to do.”
“Oh, I get it. You got beef with your brother. Well, get some therapy, pal. Don't take it out on my planet!” Dean answers angrily.
“You're wrong,” Michael says softly. “Lucifer defied our father, and he betrayed me. But still...I don't want this any more than you would want to kill Sam.” He walks over to look at Sam. “You know, my brother, I practically raised him. I took care of him in a way most people could never understand, and I still love him…” He turns to look at Dean. “But I am going to kill him because it is right and I have to.”
“Oh, because God says so?” Dean asks dryly, and Michael answers, “Yes. From the beginning, he knew this was how it was going to end.”
“And you're just gonna do whatever God says?”
“Yes, because I am a good son.”
“Okay, well, trust me, pal,” Dean answers. “Take it from someone who knows—that is a dead-end street.”
“And you think you know better than my Father? One unimportant little man? What makes you think you get to choose?”
“Because I got to believe that I can choose what I do with my...unimportant little life.”
“You're wrong,” Michael tells him, turning back around to look at Sam then back at Dean. “You know how I know? Think of a million random acts of chance that let John and Mary be born, to meet, to fall in love, to have the two of you. Think of the million random choices that you make, and yet how each and every one of them brings you closer to your destiny…Do you know why that is?” He steps closer to Dean. “Because it's not random. It's not chance. It's a plan that is playing itself out perfectly…Free will's an illusion, Dean. That's why you're going to say yes. Oh, buck up. It could be worse. You know, unlike my brothers, I won't leave you a drooling mess when I'm done wearing you.”
“Well, what about my dad?”
“Better than new. In fact, I'm gonna do your mom and your dad a favor.”
“What?”
“Scrub their minds. They won't remember me or you.”
“You can't do that,” Dean answers, seeing his only hope of saving his mom and the rest of them go flying out the door.
“I'm just giving your mother what she wants. She can go back to her husband, her family—“
“She's gonna walk right into that nursery!”
“Obviously,” Michael answers. “And you always knew that was going to play out one way or another.” He smiles. “You can't fight City Hall.” Michael leans down and touches Sam’s forehead. Sam disappears in a flash. “He's home,” Michael tells Dean. “Safe and sound. Your turn.” He walks over. “I'll see you soon, Dean.”
~*~*~
Back in present time, Sam and Dean are packing up their stuff when Sam suddenly spots someone in the mirror behind him.
“Castiel!” He swings around as the angel starts to drop. “Hey. Hey, hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.”
Both Sam and Dean rush forward to steady him. “Cas! We got you.” They’re amazed he made it back. When Dean says it out loud, Cas looks at his hands, confused.
“I...I did?” He looks up. “I'm very surprised.” His knees give out.
“Whoa! You're okay.” Sam and Dean hold him up and get him to the bed. Cas is out cold.
Dean looks from the angel to his brother. “Well I could use that drink now.”
“Yeah.”
Dean pours the drinks. “Well, this is it.”
“This is what?”
“Team Free Will,” Dean answers. “One ex-blood junkie, one dropout with six bucks to his name, and Mr. Comatose over there. It's awesome.” Dean takes a drink.
“It's not funny.”
“I'm not laughing.”
They stare at Castiel a second, then Sam sighs. “They all say we'll say yes.”
“I know, it's getting annoying,” Dean mutters taking another drink.
“What if they're right?”
“They're not.”
“I mean, w-why, why would we, either of us? But...I've been weak before.”
“Sam...”
“Michael got Dad to say yes,” Sam reminds his brother, but Dean argues, “That was different. Anna was about to kill Mom.”
“And if you could save Mom...” Sam asks. “What would you say?”
~*~*~
In the nursery, a young John and pregnant Mary stand looking at something over the crib.
“Where'd you even get it?” he asks with a smile.
“Garage sale. Twenty-five cents.”
“Well, I'm glad to hear that, anyway,” he teases.
“Hey. “
“I mean, you really don't think it's just a-a little cheesy?”
“Hmm-umm. I think it's sweet.” She smiles at the small angel figurine. “Can't even put my finger on why I like it. I just...like it.”
He puts his arm around her. “Well, then, I love it.”
They kiss and John leaves.
“Ohh, quite a kick there.” Mary tells an unborn Dean. “Troublemaker already. It's okay, baby. It's all okay. Angels are watching over you.”
Anna: Sam Winchester has to die.
~*~*~
Castiel: Anna, we've been through much together, but you come near Sam Winchester and I'll kill you.
~*~*~
Castiel: I've found her.
Dean: Where is she?
Castiel: Not where. When.
Castiel: 1978.
Sam: What? Why 1978? I wasn't even born yet.
Castiel:You won't be if she kills your parents.
~*~*~
Castiel:Time travel was difficult even with the powers of heaven at my disposal.
Sam: Which got cut off.
Dean: So. what, you're like a Delorean without enough plutonium?
Castiel: I don't understand that reference. But I'm telling you, taking this trip, with passengers no less…It’ll weaken me.
Dean: They're our mom and dad. If we can save them, and not just from Anna. I mean if we can set things right. We have to try.
~*~*~
Castiel: Ready?
Sam: Not really.
Dean: Bend your knees.
~*~*~
Sam: (in the past) Did we make it?
Dean: Unless they're bringing Pintos back into production, I, uh, I'd say yes.
~*~*~
Sam: I mean, the mustaches alone...
Dean: So I paid for Cas for five nights up in the, uh, honeymoon suite. I told the manager, 'Do not disturb no matter what.' You know what he said to me? 'Yeah. Don't sweat it. Want to buy some dope?'
(Sam snorts)
Dean: Dope. We ought to stick around here, buy some stock in Microsoft.
Sam: Yeah, we might have to if Cas doesn't recover. Is he all right?
Dean:What do I look like—Dr. Angel, Medicine Woman? He'll wake up. He's, you know, tough for a little nerdy dude with wings.
~*~*~
Dean: What exactly are we gonna march up there and tell 'em?
Sam: Uh, the truth.
Dean: What, that their sons are back from the future to save them from an angel gone Terminator? Come on. Those movies haven't even come out yet.
~*~*~
John: Are you sure you're okay, Sam?
Sam: Wh—oh. Yeah, yeah. Um, I'm just, um…You are so beautiful.
Dean: He means that in a-a non-weird, wholesome, family kind of a way.
John: Yeah, right.
Dean: We haven't seen Mary in—in quite some time, and—See, she's the spitting image of our mom. I mean, it's—it's—
Sam: Eerie.
~*~*~
John: So, uh, what are you guys doing in town, anyway?
Dean: Uh, business, you know.
John: Oh, yeah? What line of work?
Sam: Plumbing--
Dean: Scrap metal--
Mary: Oh, gosh. It's almost seven. I hate to be rude, but I got to get dinner ready.
~*~*~
Mary: Why would an angel want to kill us?
Dean: It's a long story, and we'll tell you the whole thing, but right now, you've got to trust us, and we got to go.
~*~*~
John: The number it must've done on your head... Your father was supposed to protect you.
SAM
Sam: He was trying. He died trying. Believe me. I used to be mad at him. I-I mean, I used to... I used to hate the guy. But now I-I... I get it. He was...just doing the best he could.And he was trying to keep it together in—in—in this impossible situation. See... My mom, um... She was amazing, beautiful, and she was the love of his life. And she got killed. And...I think he would have gone crazy if he didn't do something. Truth is, um, my dad died before I got to tell him that I understand why he did what he did. And I forgive him for what it did to us. I do. And I just…I love him.
~*~*~
Dean: Our names are Dean and Sam Winchester. We're named after your parents. When I would get sick, you would make me tomato-rice soup, because that's what your mom made you. And instead of a lullaby, you would sing "Hey Jude", 'cause that's your favorite Beatles song.
~*~*~
Dean: Awesome. Six degrees of Heaven Bacon.
~*~*~
Michael/b]: And you think you know better than my father? One unimportant little man? What makes you think you get to choose?
[b]Dean: Because I got to believe that I can choose what I do with my... unimportant little life.
Michael/b]: You're wrong. You know how I know? Think of a million random acts of chance that let John and Mary be born, to meet, to fall in love, to have the two of you. Think of the million random choices that you make, and yet how each and every one of them brings you closer to your destiny. Do you know why that is? Because it's not random. It's not chance. It's a plan that is playing itself out perfectly. Free will's an illusion, Dean. That's why you're going to say yes. Oh, buck up. It could be worse. You know, unlike my brothers, I won't leave you a drooling mess when I'm done wearing you.
~*~*~
[b]Dean: You made it.
Castiel: I…I did? I’m very surprised.
~*~*~
Dean: Well, this is it. Team Free Will. One ex-blood junkie, one dropout with six bucks to his name, and Mr. Comatose over there. It's awesome.
~*~*~
Sam: Michael got Dad to say yes.
Dean: That was different. Anna was about to kill Mom.
Sam: And if you could save Mom…What would you say?
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