I seem to be writing longer and longer chapters as I go on. It feels good to stretch my writing muscles again. Please review?

So I don't own Supernatural, but if I did you can bet your ass that Cas would have had a larger role.

Dean sat on the bed, his hands under his head. The motel room door opened, and he called hi to his brother.

"I'm definitely not Sam, Dean." Jo replied, stripping off Dean's leather jacket to reveal herself in a black and red lace babydoll, complete with a matching thong. Dean stared at the blonde, her usually straight hair teased out, make up on her face.

"Jo...wow..." Dean was speechless.

"I've decided, waiting is pointless." Jo walked over to Dean, her movements fluid in her high heels. She was almost as tall as Dean. He sat up on the side of the bed, getting ready to stand, but she held his shoulders down.

"Don't even think about it," Jo grinned, and Dean allowed her to keep him sitting. She began a lapdance, teasing Dean, grinding into his lap, feeling his arousal begin. She kicked off the heels and straddled him, the babydoll going over her hips, and the Anna Milton walked through the wall, and Jo just disappeared.

"This is what you dream about?"

"That is none of your business," Dean stated, trying to fix himself to hide his rapidly disappearing arousal. "Why the hell are you even in my dream, Anna?"

"Well, I can't find you any other way, and I needed to speak to you. So a dream it was."

"Yeah, Cas warded us from angels."

"Castiel. There's an angel you can trust."

Dean stood, staring at the red head. "What the hell are you talking about? Cas is our friend."

"Dean, who the hell did you think turned me in? Your beloved Castiel did. I've broken out of prison up there and I don't have much time. Meet me, 225 Industrial. Bring Sam, and come quick." Anna disappeared, and Dean woke up.

"Cas, get your feathered butt down here now."

"Dean, my buttocks don't have feathers." Cas' voice came from the end of the bed. Sam and Jo shot awake, but relaxed when they realised it was the angel.

"Cas, Anna got into my dream. She said she broke out of heaven, and wants us there. We're going, but will you check it out. I'm worried." There was the sound of wings and Castiel left, leaving three wide awake adults behind. They were downing coffee, ready to leave when Cas arrived back, looking slightly worse for wear.

He explained what Anna had said while simultaneously preparing a locator spell. About how she wanted to kill Sam.

"So she's gone all Glenn Close? Freaking awesome." He punched the wall, then shook out his knuckles. Jo sat in shock, while Sam spoke. "Is she right? Would killing me end all this?"

There was an uneasy silence for a few too many seconds before Castiel spoke. "No...she's Glenn Close."

They stayed silent, watching the angel work.

"I've found her." Cas spoke quietly, almost unhappy that he'd discovered her.

"Well, where is she then?" Dean asked, determined to find the Angel that wanted to kill his little brother.

"It's not where, it's when. Anna can't get to you while I'm here, so she's going to go after your parents instead. She's in Lawrence, Kansas. In 1978." The enormity of Castiel's words sank in after a few seconds. Sam's legs collapsed, landing the man on the bed. Jo's eyes grew wider, and Dean just stood there.

"You need to send us back. Now." Dean needed to go back and stop her from doing this, stop her from killing his parents.

"Dean, it's difficult enough to time travel, but now that I'm cut off from Heaven? I can't bring three with me. I could possibly do it with two passengers, but I doubt you could decide who to leave."

Jo spoke up. "Sam needs to stay. Dean, your mom has already met you in the past, right? She knows you, she can trust you. And Sam, you're warded from angels, they won't find you here. If Anna gets the chance in seventy-eight, she'll kill you. She's never seen me, she doesn't know me. I've a better chance." Dean coughed at the "seen me" part, but wouldn't reveal the dream he'd had under pain of death. Ever.

Sam looked, and nodded. "Fine, but I expect the three of you to first get me food. I'm gonna be holed up in a motel room for a week, I'd like to have enough food here to survive it." He wanted to argue, but Jo was right. There was no point in arguing, every second they wasted was another second that Anna had to get to the Winchesters. After thirty minutes, they were ready. Dean hugged his brother, and Jo followed suit. Castiel gripped the two arms, and they disappeared with a pop. Sam made a sandwich and settled in for a week of TV.

The first thing Dean saw was a new Pinto. The seventy-eight model. "Definitely the right year." As he spoke, Cas collapsed, Jo holding him up. He was coughing blood. They dragged him to a motel, checking in and dumping him on the bed.

"Looks like we're on our own now." Dean said to Jo as they walked down the street.

"What are we doing first?" She asked, looking at him.

"First of all, Joanna Beth, we're getting you clothes. You're sticking out like a damn sore thumb in that." Dean said. Jo was in combats and a hoodie. Normal clothes for the twenty first century, but not for Kansas in the seventies. They stopped at a store, and Jo bought jeans and a tshirt, and changed. Looking more like normal people, they went to the library and checked the phone book. John and Mary hadn't moved into Dean's childhood home yet, but lived a few streets away, far away from where Mary and her parents had lived.

They pulled up outside the house in the rented car, and Dean just looked at the window. He could see movement inside...his parents. They were alive.

"Follow me, and play along." Dean said, before going to the door and knocking. He passed a gold ring to Jo, who looked, frowned, and put it on.

Mary Winchester opened up her front door, and looked at the two there. "What are you doing here? You shouldn't be here. I'm not a hunter, I have a normal life now." She tried to convince them to leave, but John walked up behind her. "Mary, who is it?"

"Mr. Winchester, is it? I've heard a lot about you. I'm Dean, this is my new wife, Joanna. We're Mary's cousins. We're on a road trip right now, and figured we'd come visit Mary. We haven't seen her since the funeral."

John took Dean's hand and opened the door wide. "Well come on in, we've enough for dinner for everyone, right Mary?" She nodded, and gestured inwards. Dean took Jo's hand while walking in. She squeezed it tighter than necessary so he knew of her disapproval, but took it.

They all sat in the kitchen, Mary looking uneasily at the two of them while John prattled on, unaware that anything was wrong.

"Well, Dean, how are you and Mary related?" John asked, looking at Dean intently.

"We're distant cousins. Mary's dad was like a grandfather to my brother and I. We didn't have your address, Mary, or we would have invited the two of you to the wedding." The phone rang out in the kitchen, and John got up to answer it. Mary stared at the two of them.

"What are you doing here? I've a normal life, I want to have a normal family. I want the two of you to leave and never come back." She was angry, barely keeping it under control.

"Mary, we've discovered that there's something after you and your husband. We want your life to continue, normally. But we need to solve this, or it'll kill you and John. And believe me, I don't want you dead." Jo stated, staying calm. If she started yelling, John would come in and their hopes would be in vain.

"What the hell is after me that I can't handle? I've dealt with demons, ghosts, shifters, skinwalkers, the lot. Please tell me what I don't know how to kill?" Mary pushed her long blonde hair behind her head, staring at the two of them.

"It's an angel. An angel wants to kill you and John to try stop future events from happening. And if she does it, a lot of crap is gonna hit the fan. You think demons are hard? Angels are even bigger dicks." Dean realised that he could no longer hear John in the kitchen, and stood up.

"Jo, check the yard." They shot into position, and discovered a note on the table from John.

"Mary, where would John go if he went out now?" Dean was urgent.

"The garage, maybe? His boss sometimes calls him in late, we need the overtime money." Mary looked at Dean and Jo who went straight to the door.

"Come on, but be prepared." Jo didn't even turn to look, but heard the woman grab keys and follow them out.

There was no time for planning anything. Dean turned the corner and saw Anna attack John, going to kill him. He ran, but she stopped him, grabbing him and throwing him through the window. Mary went in doing hand to hand combat, and was good at it. Anna got the upper hand after a few moments, throwing Mary onto a car.

"Hey, Anna!" Jo yelled, before enacting the sigil she'd drawn out of her own blood. Anna disappeared, and Jo ran over to help Dean out of the glass. While she was helping Dean, John came to and stared around.

The four ended up in John's car, driving to the house Mary had inherited from her family before they'd died. John was both driving and ranting, about monsters being real, about his wife knowing about them all.

"How long have you been doing this?" He asked to nobody in particular, but Mary and Dean answered "All my life." simultaneously, receiving a groan. Mary began to explain, but John simply cut her off.

They arrived at the house, which was filled with salt and iron. Dean took Mary to show her how to use the holy oil, while Jo started making sigils.

"What do I need to do?" He asked Jo. She ignored him, finishing drawing her sigil. Dean came up behind.

"Salt the doors and windows."

"Let your wife do that. I'll make the sigil, how big?" John asked, taking the knife off the counter and cutting his hand. Dean smirked at the action.

"You remind me of my dad," he replied, before showing John what to do. John and Jo worked in unison, before John started speaking.

"How long have you known about demon hunting?"

"Got raised into it. So did Dean."

"Who does that to a child?" John asked, his voice trailing off.

"Usually, someone well intentioned. My mom and dad ran a bar that hunters used, I was always around it. Dad died when I was seven, mom died two months ago. Dean and his brother had it tougher. Their mom was killed when Dean was four, his brother was only six months old. It was a house fire, caused by demons. Their dad needed to find out what killed his wife. He loved her."

"Who does that to kids though? I can understand your life, but them? That irresponsible bastard, they could have been killed!" Jo stopped a giggle bursting out when John called his future self irresponsible.

"Sam thought that. His dad died to save Dean...Sam never got to tell him he was sorry, that he didn't mean to abandon them when he went to college. Sam lost his girlfriend to the same demon, he understood after that, I think. It hurts that he never got to apologise to his dad, though. Dean and their dad were close, but Sam was a lot more like his mom." Jo stopped herself talking then, John looked moved by her words. The two continued working, the silence friendlier than it had been minutes beforehand.

Dean and Mary were in the other room, setting up what would effectively be holy oil molotov cocktails, and setting up rings of holy oil.

"So, are you going to tell me why this angel is after John and I?" She asked as she poured.

"It's complicated, you wouldn't believe me." Dean replied, drawing Enochian symbols in the oil. He stopped as he watched Mary stand up and head for the front door. "Where are you going?"

"I'm not just going to stay here when I don't know what's happening, Dean. Why are you back here? Who even are you?"

"I'm your son." Mary turned on her heel, staring at him. "An angel – a friendly one – zapped Jo and I back here from the year 2010 to save you. I'm Dean, named after your mother. My little brother's Sam, named after your dad. My grandfather. When I got sick, you'd make me tomato rice soup, because that's what your mother made for you. I made it for Sammy. Instead of a lullaby, you'd sing 'Hey Jude', that's your favourite Beatles song. You told me angels were looking over me." Dean was tearing up admitting the truth, and his words hit the young woman, and she started crying.

"How could I...how could I raise you to be hunters? I wouldn't."

"You didn't, you're dead."

She blinked, twice, staring at her son who was older than she was. "What happened?"

"Yellow eyed demon. He killed you, and...John became a hunter to get revenge. He raised us this way." They stared at each other for a moment, and Dean realised that he could change the lives of everyone. "Listen to me. A demon comes into Sam's nursery exactly six months after he's born, November second 1983. Remember that date, and whatever you do, do not go in there. You wake up that morning and you take Sam and you run."

"Dean...it's not gonna stop it." Jo spoke up from behind. She'd left John and had been standing in the doorway. "The demon will find Sam and Mary and then what, Sam goes into the system?"

Dean shook his head. "Then leave John." He ignored the gasps from both women. "You leave John, and Sam and I aren't born. Then none of this happens." He stayed away from looking at Jo, focusing fully on Mary, ignoring her shaking her head. "You have to leave John because if you don't, it'll affect a lot more than just the five of us. It'll affect everything. Jo'll grow up with two parents, and Sam and I won't be born. There's a big difference between not being born and dying, believe me." A sob broke from Jo's lips, but Dean made himself ignore it, made himself stay turned away, stay staring at Mary. He couldn't allow himself to see Jo upset.

"I can't leave him. I can't."

"This is bigger than you and him."

"Dean...you're too late. I'm pregnant." The word fell from her lips with a dull clang. Jo's heart leapt, but Dean's sank. Before it fully hit him, John came in.

"The sigils, they're gone. And the lights!" All around them the lights flickered. Mary reached down to the holy oil, and found it was gone. The lights went out fully, and Anna was standing there, Uriel beside her.

Dean ran to attack but got thrown through a wall, as did John. Jo tried next, but Anna threw her into a beam. Jo screamed Dean's name as she fell, but landed silently, blood dripping from her mouth. While everyone else was incapacitated, Anna stalked towards Mary.

"I'm really sorry," Anna stated coldly, looking at Mary, angel blade in her hand.

"ANNA." She stopped herself from stabbing the woman.

"Michael?" She asked, looking at what was formerly John Winchester. Michael reached out and touched her, burning her to a crisp. He gave Uriel a sharp look and left. Dean stood up, staring at the man who wanted him to give up his body.

"This talk is long overdue, Dean," he said. He didn't sound completely like John, his voice was more melodic, not as gruff as the ex-marine.

"You need to fix Jo, you need to save her." Dean insisted.

"I will, after we talk."

"How did you even get in my dad, anyway? I thought I was your vessel." Dean tried to be snarky, but his fear was overpowering him.

"I told John that if he willingly let me in I'd save his wife. He said yes. Simple swap. I'll even patch them both up and let them forget about this night completely." Michael sounded like it was the easiest thing in the world for him to do, just to repair the lives that had been shattered hours previously.

"I just want you to understand what we have to do. Lucifer rebelled. He hated one of Our Father's creations. He hated humanity, and he made a point of it – made such a point that he fell. This battle has been predestined for eternity, Dean. God intends us to win. You'll follow his call, because, like me, you're a good son."

"Trust me, take it from someone who knows, that's a dead-end street." Dean's flippant remark seemed to enrage the angel.

"What makes you – one unimportant, little man – think that he knows better than Our Lord?"

"I get to choose what I do with my life."

"You don't, Dean. Free will is a lie. Think of how many random acts it took for Mary and John to be created, to fall in love, to have you and Sam. A million, billion, trillion coincidences, all falling perfectly into place. It's Destiny, Dean. Humans call Destiny falling in love, but it's not. It's what God intends it to be. Free will is an illusion, that's why you're going to say yes. I'll even be nice. I'll ensure that you don't turn into a drooling mess like my brothers leave their own vessels. I'll even fix up your parents, make sure they don't remember tonight."

"But she'll walk straight into that nursery!"

"Dean, don't you realise? You can't beat city hall. I'll fix up your beloved Joanna, and send her back to 2010." As Michael was speaking, he moved towards Jo, and simply placed his finger on her forehead before she disappeared. "I'll even send you." He moved to Dean, and put his finger on his forehead "But I'll see you soon, Dean."

Dean woke up on the bedspread in the grotty motel room. Jo was beside him, and Sam and Cas were at the foot of the bed.

It didn't take long to explain what had happened. They packed in silence, but before leaving Dean cracked open three beers, handing one to each human in the room. They sipped in silence, before Dean broke it.

"This is it."

Sam looked at his brother as if he'd gone off his meds. "This is what, Dean?"

"This is Team Free Will. An ex-blood junkie, a girl with a knife collection, a drop-out with six dollars to his legal name and an angel cut off from heaven. We're the team that's going to stop the damn apocalypse." Dean took another drink of his beer.

"That's really not funny." Sam growled.

"All the angels think we'll say yes, apart from Cas. So all we've gotta do is prove Cas right and say no. We say no, and it can't go ahead. We can defeat it." Dean said, watching Jo's ass as she walked into the bathroom.

"Dean...Michael got Dad to say yes."

"Yeah, but Anna was gonna kill Mom, that's different." Dean replied, pointing out the patently obvious.

"What if it was Jo and you could save her. What would you say then?"

Dean didn't reply. He couldn't reply.

And he didn't know that Jo had listened to every single word he'd said through the bathroom door.