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In Spite of All the Danger (3/13)

Title: In Spite of All the Danger
Chapter Title: Help!
Wordcount: 952 this chapter
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Sam, Dean, OMC with appearances by Castiel and Ruby (in later chapters)
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None so far. It's set late season 4 so there will possibly be eventual mentions of what's gone on before
Disclaimer: If you recognize the character, it's not mine
Summary: The brothers, in the course of a simple salt and burn, meet up with a stranger who conveniently needs to be rescued
A/N: This is my first Supernatural fic so please be kind. I'm a little nervous regarding its reception. This entry is edited with input from my beta just_ruth Song on YouTube: Help!--The Beatles

One: Dear Prudence
Two: You Can't Do That

Dean did not like where this was going at all. Could this guy have been playing them all along? Was there a way for him to overcome the effects of the tests? He finished his second beer—it was paid for after all—and headed for the door. Sam followed without saying a word.

He opened the door to the Connecticut winter and hustled down the street to the Heritage Inn. They knocked the caked snow off their boots before stepping into the entry hall of the century-old building. Sam looked about at the architecture as if trying to narrow down the exact year. Dean wiped his boots on the stiff-bristled mat before heading up the stairs, determined to find out the truth.

“Dean, don’t do anything stupid, okay? We need to find out what he knows before we do anything.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m not a complete idiot. Don’t say anything,” he said, pointing his finger at his brother as soon as he realized what he said. He was sure he heard Sam snicker anyway.

They stopped at the top of the stairs and turned to the right. He could see a sliver of light under the door and heard a Beatles song as they got closer. At least he has decent taste in music. He raised his hand to knock.

“C’mon in, guys. Thought it was you stomping down the hall.”

Sam pushed open the door and they saw a neat room that looked like a comfortable bedroom instead of the dinky motel rooms that they were so used to. It put him in mind of the last time he and Sam were in this neck of the woods; the Pierpont Inn. His eye went straight to the nightstand and he saw the butt of a gun in the partially open drawer. This guy was definitely holding back.

“’The clouds will be a daisy chain, so let me see you smile again’,” came John Lennon’s voice over the iPod speakers set up on the bureau. “’Dear Prudence won't you let me see you smile?’”

“Dude, really?”

“You planted the song in my head and I had to play it. Now that you know I’m not a supernatural creature out to get you, sit and relax and I’ll fill you in on my part of the story.” Alan motioned for them to sit.

Dean took the bed and Sam sat in the chair by the desk. “OK, you’re not a supernatural creature and you’re certainly no hunter, so how do you know about it all?” Sam asked.

“I know I don’t have to ask you to suspend your disbelief considering what you do, but wait till I finish.” Alan leaned forward in his chair. “I’ll start with the truth: yes, I was there for the purpose of meeting you, but not for the reason you think.”

Dean clenched his jaw. He so wanted to punch this guy but knew Sam was right, they needed more information. “Sorry if I don’t trust you after that ‘honest’ statement, but Sammy and me have been getting jerked around by demons, angels and people they’ve used. Pick your next words carefully.”

There was a sound of rushing wind and Cas was there.

“Dean, I need to speak with you.”


“I have received word of another seal. Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Cas, this is Alan Kelly,” Sam said. “Alan, this is Castiel, he’s, um…”

“An angel of the Lord,” Cas supplied.

Dean had to give Alan credit as the man didn’t freak out with the sudden appearance of Castiel or even his declaration of being an angel. “Cas, he was waiting for us at the house…” He noticed Cas wasn’t paying attention to him but staring at Alan.

Castiel tilted his head. “You’re not from here, from now.”

“Cas, meeting us was no accident,” said Sam.

“He’s a good man,” Castiel stated.

Dean knew that Cas didn’t lie about anything—he didn’t know how. If he said Alan was a good man, it was literally the God’s honest truth.

“What do you mean ‘not from now’?” Sam always needed to know the details. It was one of the things Dean liked about hunting with his brother—not that he was ever going to tell him.

“He is from the future.”

Alan looked at the brothers. “That’s what I was trying to tell you. My name is Alan Kelly and I was born in 2243.”

“And of all the places you could’ve traveled, you came here?”

“If you’re from the future, that means we stop the Apocalypse.” Sam’s eyes lit up with a hope that Dean hadn’t seen in a very long time.

“Not necessarily,” Alan remarked. “There are some things that can’t be changed no matter how you try and then there are those that can be by the slightest thing. I believe this is one of the latter points.”

“Cas told me it was impossible to change my destiny. How is this any different?”

“Your parents getting together, your mother making the deal, that is what made you and Sam what you are, what created and shaped you. That had to happen. This, stopping the seals and preventing Lucifer from rising, this is your test. This is where the outcome can change. That is why Alan is here to help you stop the next seal.”

“What?” the three humans demanded in unison.

Four: Happiness is a Warm Gun


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