AN:

I love alternate time line/ alternate universe fics- playing around with timelines and events and seeing the fallout, so I thought I'd try my hand at it.

I figure I should get all the warnings and stuff out of the way ahead of time.

This is and M-rated fic, but there will NOT be sexy-times in this fic. I know that's what most people that read M fics are looking for, but you will not find it here. What you will find instead is above-cannon levels of violence, blood, and some pretty dark themes. Bad things will happen. But come on, let's face it. We wouldn't watch Supernatural if we weren't all horrible sadists that enjoy watching the characters that we love suffer.

-LISA-

The Braedon family Thanksgivings had always been notoriously violent affairs. When Lisa was ten years old, her grandfather got into a fistfight with one of her aunts new boyfriends after a harmless discussion about barbecue techniques somehow turned to politics. When she was seventeen, there had been an incident that resulted in two of her uncles not speaking to each other for an entire year. She still wasn't sure what the two of them had been arguing about- her sister Beth had sworn that the two had found out they were sleeping with each others wives, but Lisa had her doubts. She loved her sister- or at least tolerated her which was more then she could say for most of her family, but Beth was one of those people who got her news from cheap gossip magazines.

And then there was the year that Lisa herself had come to blows with her family- Ben had been two, and her cousin Stephen had started up a vitriolic rant about the welfare state, premarital sex and the 'moral degradation' of society. She had politely smiled through most of it, but when he started going off on how single mothers were leaching the taxpayers hard earned money, and looking right at her as he said it, she had had enough. He had gone home with a broken nose and a black eye, and he now made a point to avoid her during holiday celebrations, even now, years later.

So really, she wasn't at all surprised when everything went to shit.

"Everything going to be fine." She had lied for what felt like the millionth time.

Dean didn't look convinced. He wasn't an idiot, and he knew the signs of impending disaster better then most. Her increasingly ridiculous excuses over the phone about how she 'really didn't think that she could make it this year' as she tried desperately to weasel them out of the annual Thanksgiving party. That attempt had failed quite spectacularly when Beth and her husband had declared that they would 'bring the party to them' if Lisa couldn't make it out to her parents house. Lisa had then resorted to what Dean called 'aggressive cleaning'- waging a war against all the dust in the house, switching tablecloths no less then five times, and angrily scrubbing everything that they owned while muttering about how her stupid sister couldn't take a hint. She knew that he could see the storm clouds approaching as well as she could.

The door bell rang, and Lisa tried to smile.

Beth was a brightly colored woman, by any definition of the word. Her long tanning habit had left her skin a pastel shade of pinkish-orange that was usually reserved for womens undergarments. She wore a necklace of thick red beads over a fitted purple sweater.

"Lisa! It's been too long!" Beth exclaimed smiling brightly, wrapping her up in a hug.

"Yeah, well... I've been really busy." Lisa laughed nervously.

"I can see that!" Beth said, eyes sliding over to Dean. "Where did you pick this one up?"

Beside her, Dean was staring at Beth with an expression that clearly said - Dear God, what is this thing and how do I kill it?

Lisa forced a laugh, but was saved from having to answer the question by Ben.

"Hey, Aunt Beth, Uncle Jeff- come look at my science project!" He said, pulling them into the living room.

Lisa turned to Dean.

"Sorry again, about all of this."

"Hey, they're your family."

There is a sadness in his voice, and Lisa can't help but think of when he first showed up on her doorstep half a year ago. She had never seen anyone as broken- it was only after a month of alcohol induced confessions that she had finally pieced together what had happened- Angels and Demons and just how close the world had come to absolute destruction. And how, in the end, the only reason that it hadn't was because Deans younger brother Sam had sacrificed himself, throwing himself into Hell along with the Devil.

She couldn't wrap her head around the enormity of that- couldn't comprehend that type of loss, or why, after everything that had happened to him, Dean had decided to tie himself to her.

It was the least that she could do to try and make sure that her messed up family didn't destroy the fragile happiness that he had built for himself here.

She tightened her grip on his hand. It was just one dinner. They would be okay.

Beth's husband Jeff was in many ways the polar opposite of his wife. While she was bright colors and scandalous gossip he was neutral earth tones and dry small talk. Their marriage seemed to have been built on the two of them completely ignoring each others existence.

"Did you know that there has been a sharp spike in sinkholes this past year?" Jeff was a geologist and talked about little else other then his work. "No one knows exactly why, though I suspect it is because of the recent increase in natural gas drilling."
"Yeah, probably." Dean agreed, clearly having lost interest in the conversation long ago.

"Of course it's entirely possible that there's another explanation entirely- A shift in the tectonic plates, for example, could have easily-"

He never got to finish his sentence as that was the precise moment that the sky split open.

There was an ear peircing shriek-it filled the air completely, vibrating through Lisas bones, inside of her head, pushing against the confines of her skull. It was unlike anything she had ever heard- it felt almost as if the sound waves themselves were on fire.

And then, just like that, it was over.

The air smelled like autumn bonfires. Lisa blinked, ears ringing. She had fallen over somehow. She tried to push herself back up, but her arms didn't seem to want to cooperate with her. She lifted her head- the dining table was lying on its side.

Ben. Where was Ben?

"What just happened?" She heard someone ask- it must have been Beth, but her voice was strange, foreign. She tried to push herself back up again, felt shattered glass dig its way into her palms.

"Ben." She tried to call out, but her voice was barely audible. Someone pulled her up- it was Jeff. He had little spots of something on his khaki shirt. She blinked.

What do you know. Even his blood is brown.

"Where is Ben?" She asked, louder this time.
"I'm right here, Mom. I'm okay."

The relief almost floored her, but she managed to keep standing. She looked around. All the windows had been shattered- by what exactly? The table had collapsed in on itself and all the lights had been broken, but there didn't seem to be any debris in the room that had come from outside.

Outside- she couldn't quite see from where she was. But Dean was staring outside. He was staring outside and he just kept staring and that's when Lisa knew that something Very Bad was happening. Like, actual literal end of the world bad.

Unsure of what she was doing, she walked towards the window, looked up.

"Huh. The sky is falling." she said with a little laugh even as the rational part of her brain was screaming that that was not an appropriate response to the situation.

Streaking the sky in every direction were falling meteors. Her front lawn had been completely destroyed- one must have landed right there, right in front of them. If it had hit even a few meters closer- there wasn't a doubt in Lisa's mind that they would have died, all of them, right then.

"What in the Hell?" She hears Beth ask from behind her.

"Not Hell." Dean whispers. It is the first thing that he has said since the explosion. She catches his eye, and he silently directs her to the spot in her yard where the meteor hit. Only, she can see now that something is moving inside the crater.

Her first thought is 'Oh my God, are we being invaded? Have the aliens finally decided to take over?'

Then she looks a little bit closer and notices that the supposed alien very closely resembles a woman in her early thirty's wearing business slacks and a- was that a gray sweater vest?

She looked at Dean, wondering if he had the answer to the inexplicably business-casually dressed aliens.

"What is this?"

"It's the Angels." He answered, voice grim. "They're falling."