Authors note:

As always, thank you for reading, subscribing, and bookmarking this story. I apologize for not focusing enough on Dean's perspective, regarding Sam trusting Ruby and being manipulated into releasing Lucifer. I admit that I accidentally focused too much on Sam's perspective regarding this, so this first part (and the next) should remedy that mistake on my part.

This will be only broken into two parts and the title of the chapter is inspired by "Helena" by My Chemical Romance. Some of this part and most of the next is also inspired by "Ghost of You," also by MCR. I have more of a plan about how I want the story to come along and chapters should be coming out quicker from now on, I hope. As for why I've decided to diverge from following the episode plots as closely as possible, that's because the chapters of when I did that, proof reading that format felt uninspired. I'm not gonna diverge too far from the episodes, of course.

Additional authors note for readers:

Thank you for reading and I hope none of the characters are OOC in any way.

As for the original statement:

I have done a lot of research for this story and have been hesitant to post it, for I want to make sure I wrote my German main characters accurately. If I made any mistakes with either portrayal, please let me know and I will fix it. Any constructive criticism is welcome and please let me know what you guys think. I sincerely hope that the portrayals are accurate and are not offensive in any shape or form. If there are any grammar errors, please let me know and I can fix them.


Dean knows that he shouldn't part with Sam, given what they've been told by future Castiel and the time-travelers so far, but he knows that Heaven and Hell will use their bond against them. He still can't entirely trust Sam, and he knows that the time-travelers will interfere in every way possible to keep him from parting with Sam.

He should've known that the boy named after his brother would have a trick up his sleeve.

Year: 2009

Location: Betsy's Diner – ? – Night

Timeline: N\A

Chapter Nine

Hanna (Pt. One)

(Sam's POV)

"Dean, I need a smartphone. I don't have any service and I'm bored."

Sam woke up in the passenger's seat of the car and glanced over at Rebekah driving, who seemed rather drowsy. He looked toward the voice of Samuel in the back, clearly irritable and tired.

"Sammy, if you don't shut up in five minutes, I'm gonna drug you to sleep."

The younger Winchester rolled his eyes at the childish argument and had been about to speak up when Rebekah looked back at the two time-travelers. "I think I saw a rest stop ahead, guys." She said, glancing at Sam, realize he was awake. "I need caffeine and someone to buy Ambien from."

"Ambien? Seriously?" Sam asked in disbelief, hoping they actually weren't serious about drugging their brother, and if they were, it was messed up that they would attempt that. "Is there a motel nearby, Rebekah?"

She nodded. "There should be one up ahead," she said.

"Yeah, are you and Dean serious gonna drug me?" Samuel demanded incredulously. "I'm not sedating myself on the road just for you both to have quiet, and I won't be used as your practice torture dummy either. Can't you guys just wait until we find a demon to interrogate?"

Sam looked at the three of them with disbelief, they were odd people, even odder than him and Dean. He lay his head back on the chair, deciding to wait until the two boys in the back calmed down to tell them.

"Stop making it look like we're the assholes, Sam! Jesus Christ, you're driving me insane." D yelled at his brother, and the younger Winchester instinctively looked back at the mention of his name. "Can you blame us with how irritating you're being right now?!"

Samuel scoffed and glared at his brother harshly. "Why do you automatically assume that? I'm not out to frame either of you in an unpleasant light!" He said harshly. "Why do you insist that I'm making you look bad while you're actively making me look bad? Are you—"

Rebekah interrupted him, scowling in irritation. "Stop being such a fucking diva, Sam." She snapped, turning the car toward the left, where she saw a truck rest stop. Sam let out a sigh of relief at the same time as D and Rebekah, who looked more than happy to get out of the car filled with awkward silence.

"Anyone up for a late dinner?" D asked, gesturing toward the distant, flickering yellow light.

"Yeah, it looks like they're open." Sam answered with a yawn.

"I hope they have strong coffee." Rebekah said, then heading toward the flickering lights.

It was too good to be true that Samuel was being quiet, and the younger Winchester turned around, seeing the boy was falling asleep. No wonder he was being quiet. "Hey, dude, we've found a diner." He said, and the kid slowly sat up, and shoved his floppy bangs out of his face.

"I need a goddamn haircut," he muttered irritably, straightening his rumpled shirt collar.

Right as she turned toward the parking lot, where a large and old neon sign stuck out. It had faded and peeling green and pink paint with flickering yellow lights all along the sign stating, "Betsy's Diner," and the diner was visibly on the right side. Within walking distance from it was the truck stop with the expected trucks parked on the left side beside a small Gas N Slip, and aside from truck drivers, it looked old and barren.

A few cars were parked in front of the diner, though, and the pavement was bumpy as Rebekah turned to park there. When all four of them stepped out of the car, chilly air was blowing across the destitute road stop. Rebekah locked the car up whilst shivering whilst Sam and D went ahead, and Samuel was visibly seen taking off his dark button up shirt.

When the younger Winchester and the time-traveler came it, a bell rang and they took notice of the worn-out green and pink paint peeling off the walls, and the ripped light brown leather seats on the booths upon walking in. It was quiet, even a few people working behind the counter were quiet, including the two other customers in there, given that drowsy atmosphere.

The coffee maker was loudly brewing, so alongside the employees moving around on the dirty white and pink stripped floor, an older-aged man sitting at the green painted bar with pink edges flipped the pages of a newspaper in his hands. The yawns were inevitable as well from a waitress refilling the older man's coffee from behind the bar.

"I'll be with you boys in a minute," the young woman said, putting the coffee pot right back in place as she looked over toward the two of them. "Thanks," Sam said as he and D headed toward a booth in the back whilst the other two came in, indicated by the chiming bell.

He and the boy named after his brother sat next to each other whilst Samuel and Rebekah sat on the other side across from them. She was wearing his long-sleeved black button up shirt with purple stripes unbuttoned over her long-sleeved fuchsia pink sweater. It looked large enough to be a dress, reaching to her knees clad in loose light blue jeans.

"Thanks, Sam." She said, looking toward husband, gesturing to the button-up.

"As good you look in linen and silk sweaters, I suggest buying cotton sweaters next time." Samuel complimented, yet critiqued her pleasantly. "Don't you have cashmere sweaters? I remember buying you one a few months ago."

The younger Winchester did wish that Jessica survived the fire, but he wouldn't wish the hunting life on her, and he wondered if Jess would have joined the family business. Her and Rebekah were vastly different people, and he doubted his deceased girlfriend would embrace the life like Rebekah did.

He shook the thought of his head and forced himself to focus on reality.

"They got torn up in hunts, and it costs too much to repair them." Rebekah answered.

Samuel did know about clothes, given that he valued his outward appearance, hence seeming to prefer the nicer things he could afford. He had on what looked like a worn-out black AC\DC t-shirt with greatly faded white lettering, an unexpected change in his appearance.

He had to tell them about his conversation with Lucifer via dream, and as he was about to tell them, the waitress from earlier came over. She put four paper menus on the table and pulled out her notepad and pen from her hoodie pocket. "What can I get ya'll?"

"Coffee, please." Sam said.

"I'd like coffee with as much caffeine as possible." Samuel said.

"Same." D and Rebekah spoke up in unison.

"I'll be right back with your coffee," she said, writing down their drink orders.

After she headed toward behind the counter, Sam looked at the three time-travelers. "Lucifer talked to me in my dream and asked me to say yes." He told them urgently, then looking at the younger-looking time-traveler remorsefully. "He said that he's using another guy as a plan B until I say yes, and, uh, he's considering you as a plan C, Samuel."

The boy sighed in irritation and ran his hand through his short hair.

"Of course, he is!" He exclaimed under his breath, huffing.

"I'm sorry, man. I didn't mean to get you involved—"

The kid interrupted his apology with a sympathetic look on his face. "Why would you be the blame?" He said with confusion and empathy in his voice. "You didn't know when I'd be born and you had no control over Azazel's resurrection, or his plans to groom me as your successor."

"That's what I mean, Samuel. Somehow if you were groomed to take my place in the future, then I didn't say yes to Lucifer, right?" Sam reasoned with the boy, who shrugged his shoulders uncomfortably. "You paid for my mistakes! Dude, that's not fair to you, and it's not fair that your brother's paying for Dean's."

The futuristic time-traveler brothers had puzzled expressions on their faces as the waitress came back with a tray of four coffee mugs, and with the assorted little cups of creamer. "Sorry about the wait," she apologized with a yawn, putting the mugs and cups of creamer on the table, "the coffee makers on its last legs. What can I get ya'll to eat, or you need a few minutes?"

She took her notepad and pen out of her pocket.

The four of them were more concerned about dealing with Lucifer and didn't even look at their menus. "Yeah, we should be ready to order in a few minutes," D said, and she nodded, putting her notepad and pen back in the pocket. "Take your time," she said, heading over toward a customer who just came in and sat down at one of the bar stools.

"You're saying you and my namesake didn't do what Heaven or Hell wanted you to do in the end, and they used us as a second chance to make things go the way they want?" D clarified, and Sam nodded, picking up his cup of coffee and taking a sip. "Even if it were true, neither of you are to blame."

The younger Winchester composed himself and drank from his cup of coffee. It would be bad if Lucifer, or any angels (Castiel aside) and demons overheard them. His youthful older brother looked at his namesake in concern as D picked up his cup of coffee.

"Isn't our family cursed anyways? Either way, wouldn't this, or something like this would've happened regardless of either you did exactly what they wanted?" He pointed out, looking at the younger Winchester with his pleading blue eyes, putting his cup down whilst his brother continued to drink from his. "If your endgame actions never take place, then how do you know we wouldn't have been raised as hunters in a different reality? You must do what's right, regardless of what my and my family's future might look like."

Sam paused, not expecting the boy to have such an emotional reaction.

"Do you know we end up doing?" He asked the kid tentatively, not sure if he wanted to know.

"We can't say," D interrupted his brother as he was about to speak, "we've already intervened enough to disrupt the future, and if we tell you what happens, there's the chance of giving you a false hope of them happening. We've already interfered enough."

His brother scoffed. "Dean, we should—" He tried to reason, but his brother shot him an irritated look. "I know we should, Sammy, but can't you see how much has already changed?" He said, looking at Samuel with an urgent look. "There's a chance we can be overheard, too!"

The boy had a look of defeat on his face, realizing that his brother was right.

Sam understood where D was coming from and it made sense, yet it frustrated him that his 'endgame actions' to stopping Lucifer were kept between them. He put his cup down, and felt a headache coming on as he picked up his menu.

The two time-travelers followed suit, looking through theirs.

Year: 2009

Location: Century Hotel – Kansas City – Night

Timeline: N\A

(Dean's POV)

Dean knew that Sam and the three time-travelers were going to meet up with him at his hotel room in Kansas City. He didn't want to team back up with Sam, though. He knew that all of those angels, demons, and everything in between would use their bond against them, and he didn't fully trust Sam, despite exhausting himself recently to prove that he could trusted.

The older Winchester remembered back in Colorado when Samuel defended his younger brother's actions and declared him blameless for the whole thing. The boy didn't understand at all what it was like, even though Sam was going through withdraws from demon blood at the time, to choose Ruby over him.

It wasn't like Dean expected the kid to understand, who practically worshiped Sam, and explained away why the older Winchester shouldn't blame his brother for any of this. Yeah, he broke the first seal and tortured people in Hell, but he never chose a demon over his own brother. More than likely, the kid never experienced betrayal like that before, and it wasn't like the boy was able to understand something like that.

It was clear right away that Samuel was afraid of him, which was why he clung to the younger Winchester like Dean would harm the boy, for inadvertently re-releasing Lucifer in the future. If the kid spoke to him, it was with hesitancy and fear, and he stayed close to Sam whenever he was in contact with Dean. The boy looked at him with fear, distrust, or both at the same time, whenever he did make eye contact with the older Winchester, like he was waiting for Dean to pull out his gun and shoot him. Well, he did threaten the boy for getting Sam alone, and put in potential danger, and accused him of being Lucifer.

God, no wonder Samuel was terrified of him.

Wait, Dean had proven that he wasn't a threat to the boy after present and future Cas proved that Samuel was telling the truth about everything he (and the other two time-travelers) told the original Winchester brothers in the present (or past, to them). The kid was just…Weird, to say the least. He stopped in front of the hotel, where he saw a Bible salesman (or maybe a street preacher), standing outside of the hotel with a handful of pamphlets. Two passersby ignored the man while Dean got out of the Impala, locked it up, and headed for the hotel.

"Excuse me, friend, but have you taken time out to think about God's plan for you?" The Bible salesman said, addressing the older Winchester, who stopped and looked at him. "Too friggin' much, pal." He said, understandably frustrated, and entered the hotel.

Year: 2009

Location: Road – Towanda, Kansas – Night

Timeline: N\A

(Sam's POV)

After eating and getting back on the road and deciding to not stop at a motel for the night, when future Cas appeared to them and told them about the next event. Zachariah, that winged dick, was going to appear to Dean, and send him into the future of post-apocalyptic 2014 after abruptly deciding to part with Sam. They were currently halfway there in Towanda, Kansas, and it would another two hours until arriving in Kansas City.

Worriedly, Sam asked future Cas how he could convince Dean to not go his separate way, even if the unpleasant visit from Zachariah wasn't a deterrent enough, and present Cas said he'd talk to Dean. If that wouldn't work, then the younger Winchester and the three time-travelers would have to figure out a way to reason Dean out of it. He moved to the backseat, and lay his head against the headrest, and hopefully get some sleep before arriving. Rebekah moved to the passenger's seat, and Samuel offered to drive. D was nearly asleep when they were in Towanda, and the classic rock station helped lift the mood.

They hoped future Cas would be able to reason him out of not teaming back up with Sam again.

Year: 2009

Location: Century Hotel – Kansas City – Night

Timeline: N\A

(Dean's POV)

"We're talking about the Colt, right? I mean, as in the Colt?"

Dean was on the phone with present Cas.

"We are." The angel answered.

"Well, that doesn't make any sense." The older Winchester asked, not quite sure what his angelic crush—no, friend—meant. "I mean, why would the demons keep a gun around that, uh, kills demons?"

Then it sounded as if a car passed present Cas by.

"What? What? Did—I didn't—I didn't get that."

Dean laughed. "You know, it's kind of funny. Talking to a messenger of God on a cellphone." He said humorously. "It's, you know, like watching a Hell's Angel ride a moped."

"This isn't funny, Dean. The voice says I'm almost out of minutes."

"Okay, all right. I'm—I'm telling you, Cas, the mooks have melted down the gun by now."

"Well, I hear differently." The angel said. "And if it's true and if you are still set on the insane task of killing the devil, this is how we do it."

"Okay. Where do we start?"

"Where are you now?"

"Kansas City." Dean said, then leaning across the bed to grab his room key off the bedside table. "Century Hotel, room 113."

"I'll be there immediately."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. No, no, come on, man." The older Winchester said, trying to help present Cas understand that he needed sleep. "I just drove like sixteen hours straight, okay? I'm human. And there's stuff I got to do."

"What stuff?"

"Eat, for example. In this case, sleep. I just need like four hours once in a while, okay?"


"Okay, so, you can pop in tomorrow morning."

"Yes. I'll just—"

Dean hung up.

Now, he could finally get some sleep and put his phone down on the bedside table, but when he looked back up, future Cas was there. "Damnit, I need sleep, Cas!" He yelled at the futuristic version of his friend, who looked apologetic with a stressed look on his face.

"Dean, there's something I must discuss with you. It's about hunting with Sam again." The futuristic angel said with urgency in his voice. "He and the time-travelers will be at the hotel soon. I know you're concerned Heaven and Hell will use you both against each other and you want space from Sam."

The older Winchester gave him an exasperated look. "You think?"

Future Cas gave him a pointed look in return. "I'm serious, Dean. If you don't agree to hunt with Sam again tonight, Zachariah will transport you to the alternate post-Apocalypse world in 2014." He said with far more urgency and concern, and it shown on his face. "In that world, you regret not saying yes to Michael and your future self will urge you to say yes to him to prevent that future. You don't need to say yes to Michael for a better future."

Dean let out an irritated sighed. "If I tell Sammy no, then Zachariah's forcing me the future they want me to see." He asked, and the angel nodded. "So, if I don't get killed there, no one here gets hurt and I get back safe, then I don't have to worry about them getting to my brother, right?"

"Dean, your brother is Lucifer's perfect vessel, and Lucifer's not above using Samuel as a back-up. You need to stay with Sam." His friend urged with more worry, seeing Dean put his feet up on the bed, and begin to cover himself up. "I'll keep you both safe, you don't need to w—"

"Goodnight, Cas!"

Dean put the comforter over his head, and Cas left the room with more concern than he came in with.

Year: 2009

Location: Century Hotel – Kansas City – Night

Timeline: N\A

(Sam's POV)

A couple of hours later, the four of them arrived at the Century Hotel in Kansas City. Sam booked one room for himself, and offered D the other bed in his room, in case Samuel and Rebekah wanted privacy, who accepted the offer, and wasn't in the mood to sleep in a room that smelled like a cannabis den. Not that D had anything against marijuana; he just didn't like the smell of it.

It was surprisingly easy to forget that the boy and Rebekah were a married couple, given neither of them wore wedding bands, nor acted like one would expect a married couple world. They were more like siblings, so it made sense that they posed as siblings in public. Either way, they had to wait for future Cas to come back and inform them of what Dean would do.

Reluctantly, the couple next door had to put off smoking their joints until they received word from Cas, and they met in Sam's hotel room next to theirs.

Samuel and Rebekah both lay sitting up on the right bed, close to the door, back against the bed mantle whilst Sam sat on the edge on the left side of the other mattress and D sat on the edge of the right side. She lay her head on her husband's shoulder and begun to fall asleep on him. They'd just sat down and got comfortable whilst waiting for the futuristic angel to arrive fifteen minutes ago. "Let's see if we made the news," D said, reaching for the remote on the bedside table, and turning it on, and the small flatscreen TV was set on a local news channel.

"Earlier tonight, two men who haven't been identified at this time were found dead in Garber, Oklahoma, buried in a ditch. The local police believe these deaths are homicides, both were shot and have defensive wounds." The newscaster said, and the screen shown sketches of what the men would have likely looked like while living. "If anybody knows who these men are or may have seen anybody suspicious, please contact your local law enforcement or the FBI tip line."

Samuel let out an audible groan. "Fuck!" He muttered under his breath, then shaking Rebekah's shoulder, and waking her. "Sam, what?" She asked him tiredly, then glancing at the TV. "What…Are those…?"

The younger Winchester and D didn't look too surprised, but the worry was there.

"Sammy, did you kill them?" His brother asked him, agape with concern, who had a rather bashful look on his face, and it looked unnatural, knowing the boy's personality. It was an odd reaction to being asked if they murdered two people, although the boy only killed one of them.

"No, I only one killed of them. My namesake the killed the other one." He answered, glancing over at Sam, as if to ask him to justify his actions. "I killed Reggie to provoke Tim into being distracted enough to drop the beaker of…blood, and my namesake killed Tim when he had me against the wall."

Rebekah slapped Samuel in the back of the head in response with overwhelming concern and frustration all over her face before the younger Winchester could respond. "Seriously, Rebekah?! What have my siblings been teaching you?!" He yelled at her irritably, rubbing the back of his neck. "That actually hurt." His voice started to sound more like a whine.

Was he seriously pouting?

She scoffed. "You could've got yourself killed, and no, your siblings didn't teach me to do that. Do you want to be arrested for murder in the past?" She said with her voice cracking with maelstrom. "Hell, they could try to deport you back to Germany! In case you forgot, Sam, we're not supposed to exist right now."

Sam still didn't even get a chance to even speak yet.

D shook his head in agreement. "Yeah, but not just you, Sammy. All three of us need to be more careful." He said with concern and sapience in his voice, glancing over at the other two time-travelers. "None of us can afford to get any excessive attention right now."

Sam looked at the time-travelers and he agreed with what the calmer and more level-headed of the three futuristic Winchesters had to say. "There's a chance that somebody might've seen us, and they could've reported it already," he pointed out the obvious, "all of us need to lie low for a while."

Samuel sighed in irritation. "I can persevere without a reputation," he muttered miserably.

Future Cas popped into the room and the angel looked visibly distressed, and four Winchesters in the room assumed the worst. "Dean wouldn't agree after I told him, and he knows you're all here." He told them with a deep frown. "He said to not bother him."

Sam scoffed. "Like hell I'm doing that." He said stubbornly. "Which room is he in?"

What made Dean think it was okay to put himself in danger like this? If none of them knew about this, then he would be thrown into the post-apocalyptic 2014 without warning! Why was he should be damn careless about his own life and insistent about saving Sam's, like his own life didn't matter? It did matter!

"He's in room 113." Future Cas said, and Sam stood up.

He was going over and talk some reason into Dean when the angel grabbed the younger Winchester's shoulder, to stop him. "Let go of me," he snapped at Cas, who gave Sam a look of concern, shoving the angels hand off him.

"Sam, I need you to listen to me. Your brother needs time alone." Future Cas said urgency with more than concern on his face, especially in his remorseful blue eyes. "We can still keep him safe; I just need you to give me more time."

"Wait, then what?! Risk letting him get taken by Zachariah?!"

The angel sighed. "Sam—"

The younger Winchester stormed past future Cas, and out of the hotel room, slamming the door behind him.

Year: 2009

Location: Century Hotel – Kansas City – Night

Timeline: N\A

(Dean's POV)

Dean was in bed and he knew that his brother and the time-travelers wouldn't let him be, just for a little while. Of course, it was because that winged dick Zachariah posed a threat, but right now, all he wanted was a few hours of sleep.

He heard pounding on the door, and the knocking persisted.


It was Sam. Who else would it be at quarter past four?

He reluctantly pulled himself out of bed and answered the door to find his irate younger brother.

"Sam, it's quarter past four." Dean frustratingly reminded his brother, who rolled his eyes and gave him a bitch face, coming into the room. He shut the door after Sam came in, who was more than upset with him. "What are you—"

"Dean, how can you not care about yourself?" He demanded furiously. "Did Cas tell you what's going on, or are you just giving up?"

Dean shot his brother a frustrated look, getting and heading toward the refrigerator. "So, you're his vessel, huh? Lucifer's wearing you to the prom, or he'll get Samuel as a plan C?" He said, masking his emotions with nonchalance, as he got a beer out of the refrigerator. "At least you don't get a field trip into post-Apocalypse 2014 with Zachariah."

"Can you take what'll happen to you seriously?" Sam argued with more concern and ambition in his voice. "Can't you see that you can avoid it? We'll be able to stop them better if we're not apart!"

"Just when you thought you were out, they pull you back in, huh, Sammy?" He said, opening the beer, and taking a sip. "So, that's it? That's your response?" His brother argued. "Don't you care about anything I just said?"

"What are you looking for?" Dean questioned his brother. "You think I'm just giving up?"

"I don't know. A—a little panic? Maybe?" Sam attempted to reason with him taken aback by this response. "Or fighting against the altered reality Zachariah wants to take you, too? They just want you to see things their way!"

"I guess I'm a little numb to the earth-shattering revelations at this point."

"What are we gonna do about it?" He questioned in return.

"What do you want to do about it?"

"I want back in, for starters." The younger Winchester told him.


"I mean it. I am sick of being a puppet to these sons of bitches." He said determinedly. "I'm gonna hunt him down, Dean."

"Oh, so, we're back to revenge, then, are we? Yeah, 'cause that worked out so well last time."

"Not revenge." Sam said with more determination. "Redemption."

"So, what, you're just gonna walk back in and we're gonna be the dynamic duo again?"

"Look, Dean, I can do this. I can." The younger Winchester said. "I'm gonna prove it to you."

"Look, Sam—it doesn't matter—whatever we do. I mean, it turns out that you and me, we're the, uh, the fire and the oil of the Armageddon." Dean said sadly with emotion in his voice. "You know, on that basis alone, we should just pick a hemisphere. Stay away from each other for good."

"Dean, it does not have to be like this. We can fight it." Sam begged him.

"Yeah, you're right. We can. But not together. We're not stronger when we're together, Sam. I think we're weaker. Because whatever we have between us—love, family, whatever it is—they are always gonna use it against us." He said tearfully. "And you know that. Yeah, we're better off apart. We got a better chance of dodging Lucifer and Michael and this whole damn thing, if we just go our own ways."

"Dean, don't do this."

"Bye, Sam." The older Winchester gestured to the hotel room door.

Before he could protest at this, and reason with his brother, Zachariah appeared in the room with holding a struggle Samuel's arm. "You would leave without saying goodbye to your favorite pet, Dean? I sent the other two pets of yours back already." The angel mocked him as the boy hopelessly tried to break Zachariah's grip on his arm and glanced at the displeased time-traveler. "He's a feisty little abomination, isn't he?"

Samuel scowled and said nothing, glaring at Zachariah.

"You want me, right? Let the kid go!" Dean snapped at the angel.

"Send them back." Sam demanded.

"This has nothing to do with them! You boys won't remember them anyways." Zachariah said, quite angry, as he glared at the kid, and tightened his grip on the struggling time-traveler's arm before opening a portal. "In you go, Samuel." He said as he began to throw the boy in and the Winchester brothers rushed, taking out their guns, but Samuel grabbed Dean's free arm and pulled him in, too!

Damnit, help me, Cas! Dean prayed desperately as he fell into the portal.