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Dean had voted. It felt a little weird since with all the traveling and fake ids growing up, he had never even registered so back home he never voted. He wondered if his brother ever tried while he was at Stanford. But maybe not. They still tried to keep a low profile, and that meant to the government as well. Almost like ghosts really.

Still he made his choices, and right now, he was having an idle beer near the beer tree. Kyle had warned him to keep a low profile after pissing off Vader, but really? Trouble tended to stick to Winchesters like dog crap to shoes, and Dean was no exception to that rule. If anything, sometimes he encouraged it. It was going to happen, what's the point in hiding really. Better to be prepared. Of course he was armed, it was why the shore leave was so hard. Felt naked without carrying at least a gun and a knife. Preferably more.

So he was contemplating some recent events. Less about Vader, because the guy was an amateur with his threats. Oh sure there was the anticipation, but he lacked follow through. It was one of the lessons that Alistair drilled into his head in hell. Lessons he still remembered, even when not carved in illusionary flesh.

No the events he was contemplating were his possible and Sammy's future. What Cas remembered in his past. And if they really could change it. He drank his beer, hoping to drown what was knocking at the back of his head, seeking that little 'yes' as a door to his meatsuit. Like hell.

He started singing a song he hadn't sang since before he was dragged into hell.

"Because I'm wanted... dead or alive...."

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Back at the Massachusetts Academy, in the days of Generation X and even more crippling self-esteem issues than he had now, Jono had spent a lot of time in the Biosphere. It was a good place to go and be alone to think and brood, even if he was never quite alone. Still, Artie, Leech and Penance tended to leave him alone if he wasn't looking for company.

Hydroponics reminded him a lot of the Biosphere. The plants and the animals were different -- sometimes very different -- but it was still soothing.

His ears pricked at the sound of someone singing and he turned that direction. Didn't entirely want to be alone. Hadn't been his intention when he'd come to the Hydroponics department. He paused, looking at the tree and the guy sitting by it. Ain't so sure Bon Jovi'd be me firs' choice, he said, letting his mind brush the guy's. But works fer gettin' pissed as much as anythin', I'd wager.

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Dean reflexively jerked at that, and he immediately almost grabbed a weapon.
He then stared. Great some kid with something covering his jaw.

"Great, kid, sneak up on the drinking guy who's armed why don't you?" He gestured to his face, "That the reason you gotta make with the Vulcan mind meld deal?"

He tends to be twitchy with people anywhere near his head or mind.

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Vulcan mind meld means you gotta touch someone t' get in their head. Not...that Jono ever watched Star Trek. Ever. As fer the weapon, jus' don' hit me in me spine or me head an' we're good.

Well. Maybe not. It still HURT getting shot.

He shrugged, staying back. An' yeah, it is. Got hit with the suck end of the powers stick back in me world.

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Dean moved his hand away, since while he didn't get that...well he knew somebody who was stuck with the suck end of powers for a little while. And the suck just kept on coming for Sammy.

Yeah, just like Dean wouldn't watch the reruns. Repeatedly.

"Yeah, but you know what I meant. No poking in the noggin, capische?"

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Jono's weren't going to go away, either. He was stuck with it. All of it.

He rolled his eyes and stepped closer. Even if he was a telepath, conversational distance was more comfortable for people who had to talk. More trouble with people projectin' 'an me goin' int' their heads, he pointed out as he folded down into a cross-legged sit. 'Sides, mos' people don' wanna hear 'at they've got nothin' terribly interestin' in their heads t' look at in the firs' place.

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Dean snorted cynically at that, "Yeah people with boring lives. Lucky bastards." He took another swig of his beer. Stuff in my head would give anybody nightmares.

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He let the thought flow around him and off his shields. Heard it, but enough distinction to know it wasn't said out loud. When Jono'd started learning to use his powers, it hadn't been as easy for him to do. Dunno. Even me teammates are pretty borin'. Ain' like the blokes with excitin' lives don' got plenty of naff shite in their heads.

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"Maybe, still bet things haven't been as insane for you guys. Not like Apocalypse level crap."

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Dunno what 'e's got to do with yer world, mate, but you got me condolences.

It was probably a sign that he'd been an X-Man too long when his first thought wasn't the actual, world ending sort of apocalypse.

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"Huh?" Dean blinked at that for a moment, and then shook his head. Vaguely recalling a comic book.

"No, no, not a guy. I mean Biblical, as in Revelations, heaven and hell. THAT kind of end of the world."

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Ah. Jono tilted his head back, looking up at the tree. Well. Was the time the entire universe got encased in the M'Kraan Crystal. 'At was after a mixed up mutant kid went back in time an' killed Professor X, though, an' fucked up the timeline.

Another moment. An' Onslaught. 'At one killed a lot of good people in our world. Was lucky mos' of 'em got better. That was the way of his world. Nobody stayed dead. Well, almost nobody.

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"Encased in a freaking crystal? And oh man, don't even get me started on the back to the future crap. Only our timeline can't get screwed up, or can't change anything good."

The getting better part, Dean barked a harsh laugh, "Yeah, I know all about 'getting better.' Got better a few times myself."

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Doesn' 'appen too much fer us, neither. Least ways, not people from our time goin' back an' changin' the future. We get more of 'em comin' back from the future t' change things in our time. He stretched slightly. 'Bout 'alf of 'em 'ave been named Summers. Makes me happy not t' be in 'at family.

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Cas can't help it, his feet just seem to tend to lead him on paths that involve finding Dean. Like he needs to touch base, to even just know where Dean is, to be okay. Like if there's no Dean for him to get his barrings on, he would be completely lost. Yeah, he's working on the whole 'being his own person' thing, or hell even 'being a person' period, but ... it's slow going. So here he is, standing on the path in hydroponics that goes past the beer tree, watching Dean singing to himself as he drinks by himself.

Cas shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans and waits for Dean to notice that he's there.

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Dean trailed off singing before toasting Cas.

"Hey, come to join the party? It's an end of the world blast. Everything must go." He took another swig of his beer.

"Here, a toast to deadbeat dads who let their sons down. And a toast to everybody leaving."

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"Dean ..." Cas cautiously took a seat next to his friend, but not before snagging a beer for himself.

"Who's leaving?" he asked with a frown.

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"Everybody. Everybody on the ship if we defeat the Ohm. You. Sam. Said Ellen and Jo are gone, hell Bobby probably will too and better yet most are going to hell. Except me."

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Cas recognizes that defeated tone. He grimaces. "I'm not leaving you, Dean. ... Not willingly anyway."

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"Yeah, you say that now, but it's eventual. Either you bite it, or they'll decide to yank you back."

Either way, it seemed like he was to be alone.

If he kept refusing... every future seemed to involve him continuing to say no.

Dean... we can still save them all.

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"Dean, that's not ..." Cas grimaced. "I don't want to leave you."

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"I know you don't. Appreciate it."

Dean sighed and quietly wondered, "Why is it, every future I say no, but Sammy ends up saying yes?"

Because you know how it's supposed to be.

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"Dean ..." Cas gripped his arm. "It's not like that possible future you saw. Sam knew what he was doing. He wanted to try and save everyone. You know he never could have lived with himself if he had a chance to save everybody and didn't take it."

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"Yeah I know. But it still means, keep saying no, and I lose my brother. It means everything gets even worse."

If he was back on his world... Dean wondered. Not like there was any point in saying yes now. But if the world returns...

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Cas stared. He knew that dead-eyed look. "Dean." He shook the other man's arm. "Don't tell me you're thinking again about saying yes." His voice was a raspy growl.

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Fine, he won't tell him.

Dean just stared back sadly, "I can't lose Sam. I can't. Stacy saved him, and I gotta make sure he's safe. Maybe that's the lesson here. It's the only thing that's different. Maybe the future will be the right one this time."