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Fandom: Supernatural
Characters: Future!Dean
Rating: PG-13 and gen
Author's Notes: Written for the Sam and Dean Drabble-a-thon, prompt: Future!Dean, War. Thanks to Steven for the beta.
Warnings/Spoilers: Bleak. Spoilers for 5.04.
Length: 500 words
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Kripke.

Automatic gunfire from the back of the store. Dean ran towards the sound, hurdling fallen shelves. They’d cleared the whole store, fucking cleared it. Must’ve missed a back door. Screams. Dean skidded to a stop, set himself, and checked around the last corner. His flashlight revealed four Croats bent over Juan. Five shots and it was done. Another man down for the sake of a duffle of dented cans of food. Dean switched in a fresh clip.

The flashlight flickered and died. Dean pressed his back into the wall and waited, senses tuned to the darkness. There was a scent in the air … blood, gunpowder, hot metal, and burning flesh. Pretty much the story of his life.

“Dean,” something greeted him from the dark. It was quiet, inhuman, a voice of screams and explosions. It was as familiar as the smell. And he was cut-off.

“War,” Dean snarled. “Come on then – bring it,” he said, sliding sideways along the wall. That back door had to be around here somewhere.

“Now Dean,” it said. “Why would I want to hurt you? You and your brother were always my favorites.”

The days when every evil thing out there could get a rise out of him by bringing up his brother were long gone. “Yeah, we used to get that a lot.” Dean’s ankle collided with a corpse. He stepped over it, feeling for a clear bit of floor.

“I wanted to convey my condolences – your woman miscarried last week, didn’t she?”

Dean froze. “How the fuck do you know that?” If the demons had infiltrated base camp, fuck … he had to get out of here, warn them.

“The doors to Heaven are closed, my boy. Where do you think all the souls end up now? I hear that Lucifer took a personal interest – a little Winchester girl’s soul doesn’t come along every day.”

Dean shuddered. “What, and you’re here to gloat?”

“No, you misunderstand me. Frankly, I think Pestilence has been given too much power. The Croatoan virus was a blast, but this new one – have you heard of any live human births in the past two years?”

No, he hadn’t. Dean had squashed the rumors, out-and-out lied when one of the refugees came in talking about it, claimed it was just bad nutrition and that there was a freaking maternity ward operating outside of Columbus. Because the Croats and demons were one thing, but if his people figured this out – it’d be bad.

“Anyway,” War continued, “this apocalypse is running down, and I’m getting bored. You and your rag-tag band are some of the only fun left out there. So I thought I’d offer you a way to even the odds a little.”

Dean found himself leaning forwards, breath fast and nerves thrumming. If this was it – and it was, the human race counting down to zero – at least they could take the bastards down with them. “I’m listening.”

“How’d you like to get your hands on the Colt?”


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Nov. 4th, 2009 12:02 am (UTC)
Re: oh my
*nods* It's a bleak future they gave us in canon, but I wasn't sure if it was quite enough to push Dean to where we saw him. this? This would do it.
Nov. 4th, 2009 03:51 am (UTC)
There's so much story to tell between the old "present" and the old "future" (that won't happen now, right Kripke!)!
Thanks for touching a little bit on it!! Loved it!
Nov. 4th, 2009 05:49 am (UTC)
*nods* It's the sort of thing that just begs for fanfic. Thanks for reading and responding, lynzibell!
Nov. 4th, 2009 08:24 am (UTC)
it makes perfect sense, and both sides should be thankful War and the others aren't taking too much of a hand in things at the current stage.

excellent drabble.

(I bet Dean's next line will be "if I give you my soul?")
Nov. 4th, 2009 02:42 pm (UTC)
Oh, I'd say the world is definitely the Horsemen's playground at this point.

*laughs* I think you're right about Dean's reaction. But he wants it, badly, and all War really wants in return is to even up the sides enough that he gets some enjoyment out of the final stages. What's the George Bernard Shaw quote? ""We've already established what you are, madame. Now we are merely negotiating a price."

Thanks for reading and commenting, rodlox!
Nov. 4th, 2009 08:24 pm (UTC)
Oh, damn! That was kind of depressing, but I really liked it.
Nov. 5th, 2009 12:48 am (UTC)
Yes, it really is depressing. I think it takes that extra little bit of hopelessness to push Future!Dean to where we see him in 5.04. Thank you for the feedback!
Nov. 4th, 2009 08:37 pm (UTC)
Ooooooooh, i like that. Creepy and quite nifty.
Nov. 5th, 2009 12:51 am (UTC)
Thank you tabaqui! War creeped me out, there in the dark depths of my imagination, so I'm glad some of that came across.
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Mar. 26th, 2010 12:23 am (UTC)
Thanks! This one has some quite dark implications. (Not really possible. Feedback on my work is just TOO MUCH FUN.)
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