A\N: OK, so... A brand new story. Previous two, Abomination and Fallen Angel were, a bit complicated due to doubling of the characters... Uh...

What I am about to do this time, it is either brave, or stupid, or both... But here goes nothing.

CHAPTER ONE: When all Hell breaks loose, all you really can do is Imagine Dragons

Three figures stood aside, hiding in plain sight and still no one could even see them. Not even God himself. The three figures, each slightly taller than the previous one stood aside quietly and watched the events unfold. The middle one watched with great focus, not moving a muscle, not expressing any emotion as Dean drew the gun at Jack.

The shortest figure glanced at the middle one before returning his gaze at the standoff and smirked when Dean dropped the gun. All three figures stood aside silently as God exposed his vile attentions. Slight anger flashed over the faces of the middle and the tallest figure, but they remained motionless.

"Dean. No offence, but your brother is stupid and crazy and that kid is still dangerous. So! Pick up the gun. PICK IT UP! Pull the trigger and... I'll bring her back... Your mom." said God.

The middle figure huffed a laugh thinking 'wrong move, douchebag' and the tallest one had to shush it and nudge it in the ribs with an elbow. The shortest figure made a pop sound and the tallest one frowned. All of them focused in the situation ahead.

"Dean, don't do this..." God tried.

"NO! We're done talking. Cuz this! This isn't just a story. It's our lives. So God or no God, you go to Hell!" Dean replied pissed off and the taller figures actually gasped, while the shortest one started laughing. It was clear by now, they were magically concealed, no one could see them.

Then the worst thing imaginable happened. God snapped his fingers and Jack was...dead. The grace within him seemed to burn out, but it was actually burning him out from the inside before dispersing into the universe. Or so it seemed.

The shortest figure glanced at its friends like it was saying Told-ya! and then started sucking in the air around it. Looked ridiculous to anyone who wasn't an angel, who couldn't see the small particulates of grace being syphoned into the shortest figure, its eyes glowing gold. Luckily God was too busy getting shot to notice. The shortest figure snapped it's fingers sending all three a bit further away so that they could talk uninterrupted.

The other two figures looked around in confusion as day turned into night, while the shortest one didn't seem bothered one bit. Instead you could almost hear the smirk in its voice as it said "I told ya he was gonna kill 'im." His voice was one of a teenager, soft and then gruff, mutating as a result of hormones. "Ok, now... You go get them and I'll go set things up in the bunker." the shortest man? boy? added and then there was a popping sound. With a flutter of wings, he was gone. Two other men exchanged looks and turned their attention to the events ahead.

"So, how do you want to do this?" The tallest man asked his voice softer then the man next to him. His focus was still on the cluster of angry souls ahead, some souls possessing the deceased of the graveyard making it all seem like a zombie apocalypse. The tall one didn't seem to notice the man next to him removing a necklace and then growing twenty times his size, going as wide as tall. So when the pendant of the necklace hit the ground with a clung the taller man picked it up and turned. Slowly raising his eyes up and up and up and up, he gulped as he said "Well... He wasn't kidding when he said things might work differently around here..."

All three remaining members of Team Free Will 2.0 stood their ground around their fourth deceased member facing incoming spirits and decomposing meat-suits. Castiel drew his angel blade, and Dean procured two iron bars, one for himself, the other for his shoulder-wounded brother. Each took turns glancing back at Jack's body, the scorch marks of his eyes burning in as a painful memory in their heads. Not that they expected to live long enough to relive the memory.

The crowd neared and each was able to take two swings before being overpowered. All those hands dug into their flesh, ripping their clothes and drawing blood like they were hungry for it. But then they stopped. The three men watched confusingly as the crowd slowly started to back away, clear fear on their faces. But what was the weirdest thing... They tried not to make a sound. In fact, everything was so quiet, the only thing that could be heard was a chirping of a bird somewhere distant.

Dean lifted the bar in his hand, figuring he might as well strike while they were distracted, but Sam tugged his arm, frowning at him. 'Not a good idea ' was what his face read. There was something out there that scared even the undead. And that damn chirping seemed to get louder and louder...

Every soul, dead or alive flinched at the sound of great thunder right there, right near them. But then a second later, the thunder progressed for way too long and when it finished with a loud roar everyone jerked their heads to from where the roar came.

Huge round figure with enormous wings was flying in their direction, too engulfed in darkness to differentiate from that distance, but it was big, scary, it roared and then... "Did that thing just chirp?" Sam asked with a baffed expression.

Dean kept his gaze on it as he replied "That ain't no damn bird."

"Is it a plane?" Castiel asked innocently, not trying to make joke. It was just one of those references that stuck in his mind, that the one should follow the other. Both Winchesters tore off their gaze from the giant flying thing to look at the angel, both with 'seriously-WTF-Cass-really-a-Superman-reference-now?' faces.

The thing in the sky finally approached close enough to be identified, roaring and screeching as it landed near Team Free Will, stomping on some dead people and extending its ridiculously long neck in a protective manner. It laid down creating a circle around the guys. They stood perfectly still, eyes wide, faces pale, with petrified expressions. They kept staring at the beast, completely forgetting to breath.

"Is that a..." Dean started and Sam replied "Uh-ha."

"And are those..." Dean was looking at what seemed to be an extra pair of arms coming out of the beast's upper back and coming down in massive wings.

"Uh-ha" replied Sam.

"And those... Are those horns?" Dean asked and quickly raised his hands in surrender mode when the beast turned to give him a stare with just one emerald eye seeing as how it was...too freaking close! "I...um, I meant no disrespect!" Dean sort of apologized and it... Rolled its eye at him?

"Dean, you might wanna..." Sam started still glaring at the beast that was so long it actually surrounded them, big head on a long neck right next to the end of its tail.

"What, Sam?! What? What can I do? It is a freaking dragon, Sam!" Dean retorted angrily, sending out the message they all already knew. If the thing wanted them dead, they are dead. No way around that. But then the dragon roared at something away from them, and they refocused on the world around them once again. The souls, the dead were still coming, a bit more warily now, but progressing either way. Like they were compelled.

The dragon that had nested around them was now moving again, its giant tail swiping out the third of the crowd. It felt movement in its scales on it back and when it turned it saw a few dozen of those creatures climbing it to get to the boys. It hissed at them and as it rose to its feet, it shook of the undead off its back. Using its tail again it swooped from right to center and using his left wind it swooped from left to center. Gathering most of the meat-suits in front of it, the dragon hissed and sprayed them with some sort of toxin before it made a sound of his teeth gritting.

Hell had no fire as hot and as vaporizing as the dragon's breath. Quickly disposing of the immediate threat by setting them all on fire and then stomping on them not to finish them off, but to stop the fire from spreading, it finally turned its attention back on the guys.

"Ok, that was cool, I'll give 'im that." Dean said glancing at his brother and pulling the dragon's attention to Sam too. It swung its head towards the tall hunter, coming inches away from him, and its shout right in front of him. Dean was already mouthing Nos and started towards his brother, but the dragon just sniffed Sam and moved away. Sam stood dumb-struck and pale as his brother ran to him.

"You ok, Sammy?" Dean asked as he checked Sam over. Sam pushed him away, still a bit shaken, but otherwise fine. Dean gave the dragon a death glare as he asked "You can't just... anyone ever tell you about personal space?" Did that dragon just huff amusingly at him? "You can't just go around... Sniffing people!"

Dean was pissed, but scared too, it was clearly written on his face. Even more so when the dragon completely ignored his scolding and lowering his head fast towards the older hunter. Dean gasped as the freckled snout was right in front of him, breathing hot stinky breaths onto him before taking a good long sniff. Dean stood perfectly still, feeling like a bug that is about to be squashed; a meal about to be eaten. But then the dragon snapped his head back high and did the strangest thing.

It lifted one arm, or is it a paw... Well, it lifted it to its nose and started waving in front of it, frowning and pouting its lips.

"Is it... Is it saying that I stink?" Dean asked baffled, still a bit shaken from the close encounter. To that, Sam huffed a nervous laugh, never tearing his gaze away from the dragon.

"I believe it is." Cass finally spoke, finally looking up from his dead son. His friends needed him now, and even though he was still partly an angel, he gave into emotions a long time ago and was now feeling extremely sad.

When Cass spoke, the dragon tilted its head much like the angel used to do and slowly brought its head down to Cass. The angel stood still, expression emotionless or indifferent as the huge green eye looked at him, blinking once and then turned to sniff him. But Cass did frown in confusion when the dragon blinked at him again and whined in sorrow before it backed away.

Did it sense his sadness or was it something else?

The dragon brought its head up again, the moonlight casting a perfect light on its green skin, on its green scales and much to Sam's and Dean's amazement, the dragon actually sighed. Closing its eyes for a second it let its wings tense up and then relax again. It opened his eyes and looked down on the group as more growls were heard in the distance. More things coming after them. The dragon let a few moments pass by, allowing them to come to terms with the situation before he moved his hand up to its face and made a series of motions.

"Sam... Is it..." Dean started amazed and wide-eyed.

"It is. It is sign language. It is trying to tell us something..." Sam finished, looking just as pleasantly surprised as his brother.

"It is asking us to trust it. – Cass said, and then explained himself – I am still an angel of the... (cue heavy close of the eyes)... I know all human languages. Spoken, written or signed."

"Trust it? Trust it with what?" Dean asked confused and literally jumped away as the dragon brought its oversized hand down on the ground, palm up. A full minute later when he finally understood, Dean proclaimed "Oh, Hell no! I ain't getting on there."

"Don't think we have much choice." Sam said as he spotted a horde of undead approaching along with a few dozen flickering ghosts. Dean rolled his eyes and huffed in annoyance when he saw the incoming trouble. Yeah, they were goners either way. Dean then looked up at the dragon's face and there was something familiar in that gaze of the dragons eyes staring back at him from up above.

"Oh... Damn it!" Dean yelled feeling like he might regret his decision and then turned to Sam "Help me." Dean went over to Jack's dead body and with Sam's help, he carried it on the extended hand. "If we make it out of this, alive, we are gonna give him a hunters funeral. He deserves at least that much." Dean sad his voice filled with anger towards God. He promised himself right there and then, he was gonna avenge the kid, or most likely die trying.

Sam could see the crowd in the distance approaching and he looked up at the dragon. Everyone gasped when the hand slightly cupped around them not closing completely, just enough to keep them from falling off. Dean's eyes went wide again, his face completely drained of all blood as the hand started going up and up. But then there was the dragon's finger lifted up right next to him, for support and Dean unwittingly clung onto it, his mind screaming at him – shit! shit! shit! too high! too high!

Dean is still scared of heights.

The dragon seemed to give Dean a sympathetic look before he turned around facing the horde. "NO! – Sam yelled – the OTHER way!" trying to tell the dragon to go the other way. The other way was the bunker, probably the safest place for them right now. The dragon looked down on him and nodded, but brought his gaze up again to the horde ahead. And then, there it was.

The sound that snapped Dean out of his fear long enough to shout "WHO THE HELL IS DRIVING MY BABY?!" And really, there she was, roaring right in front of the horde, escaping it and driving right between the dragon's legs. And the dragon seemed to be waiting just for that as it turned to follow it. Using its tail again, it swat half of the incoming crowd and then picked up its speed, leaving them far behind.

The roads were curvy and the dragon followed a straight line, so it got to the bunker a good ten minutes ahead of the car. It put its passengers down and waited till they got Jack of its hand too. When they turned back to it, it was staring at them, maybe a bit sadly but they couldn't tell for sure. "Thank you!" Sam said and there was a wash of relief in his chest. Yeah, the dragon, for whatever reason was on their side. Sam just needed to come to terms with the fact that a full grown, movie-like dragon actually existed.

"Yeah...Um... Thanks... – Dean said and shrugged – We... Um... Wed invite you in, but you're kinda too big to fit in there, so...Sorry". Sam glared at him with a very serious WTF-Dean? face, Was he seriously trying to get rid of the dragon like that? The dragon brought it hand up, and they all thought it would try and say something. But instead it let it sit on its chest for a second, as it seemed to consider something. Then it reached down to its belly and the boys were surprised to learn, the dragon had a naturally grown pouch of skin, like kangaroos have. It reached in and pulled something out. Both Sam and Dean watched, a bit curious and Cass's face was blank as the dragon looked at the item and then back on them.

The lowered its hand down to them only to reveal a necklace with a very familiar amulet on it. Dean's amulet, the one that was supposed to glow in the presence of God. Dean was about to take it, when the dragon pulled its hand up and gestured something.

"Mine, he says." Cass translated when they looked at him for an answer and then both looked back up at the dragon. The beast actually smiled at them as it took the necklace and put it on. The lace holding the amulet started to shrink just as fast as the dragon did, at first doubling down in its size.

All three watched, completely mesmerized as the dragon began to shrink and take on a human form. All eyes went wide with complete confusion and all three stood even more dumb-struck then when they saw the dragon in the first place. Because, when the dragon turned completely human, the man standing in front of them was none other than !Dean Winchester.

He stared at them, expecting a reaction, but the 'stand-off'' was interrupted by the sound of the car. Dean's car. It stopped right next to that !Dean and the driver turned off the engine. It was still too dark to see who was driving and they stared confused at the two large hands coming out of the widow in surrender mode. One hand slowly opened the door from the outside and yeah, you guess it, the man to step out was another !Sam Winchester.

Still with his hands high in the air, he slowly walked over to his brother and then lowered one hand. Showing Dean the keys, he tossed them his way and nodded. "You... You drove my baby?" Dean asked the first thing that came on his mind, and Sam still stood there, staring and in shock.

"Couldn't let a beauty like that be overrun." the other !Dean replied with half a smirk, half a sheepish smile and the other !Sam rolled his eyes at him in annoyance. "And you could thank us by buying us a beer and inviting us both in - !Dean said and gestured to himself – As you can see, I am not so big anymore." Sam frowned. This !Dean had that boyish charm his brother lost a long time ago and it was strange seeing it. But there was something in his eyes that weight down on him, maybe not as much as there was in his brother's, but enough to see they must not be all that different. Aside from the freaking dragon thing of course.

Dean gestured his head for them to come in and helped Cass take Jack inside. They were all feeling a bit exposed outside and thought it would be best to discuss it all from the safety of the bunker. That had weapons. And a dungeon. And now a dragon.

Not turning their backs to the newcomers, not even for a second, they all proceeded down the long hallway and to the massive door. The other !Winchesters looked around curiously as if they were never there before, and the other !Dean kept glancing at Cass for some reason, his expression unreadable. Once the big, heavy door was opened, Cass gasped at a strange sensation and Sam and Dean paused to look at him questionably.

"Cass, you ok?" Dean asked and Cass nodded.

"Yeah... Let's just... Let's get Jack down on a bed." Cass replied and when they got down the stairs he gestured to the other versions of the boys as he proclaimed. "I got him. I'll take him to his room." He gestured to the doubles once again, so not obvious. So he took Jack, struggling slightly with his heavy body and left towards Jack's room, leaving them all in the War room.

The other !Dean waited for him to leave before he rubbed his hands together and asked "Now, how about that beer? I am feeling a bit thirsty."

"You are not getting a damn thing until we get some answers! Just be lucky you didn't get a bullet to the head already! And that's only cuz I ain't sure it would actually kill you!" Dean spat out and Sam looked at him a bit surprised. He agreed with his brother's mistrust, but Dean could have said it all a bit more politely. After all...

"We just saved your asses. And your car. – The other !Dean protested – And you're welcome, by the way." The other !Sam remained completely quiet, frowning at his brother, as if he didn't want them to piss Dean off. Still he was looking around like he was expecting someone.

"Who the fuck are you? How did you get here? And what do you want?" Dean all but pulled a gun on them, and began asking such obvious questions everyone, his brother included were frowning at him with a huge really? on their faces.

"We are you. – The other !Sam started a bit quietly, almost shyly – And we want what you want. To stop him from deleting 'his stories'." !Sam air quoted those two last words with clear anger in his eyes. "We want to save our world, just like you want to save yours, right?" Both Sam and Dean nodded to that, but Sam was still frowning. There was a question Dean had asked that was not stupid nor it had an obvious answer. So Sam repeated it.

"How did you get here?" He asked.

"I brought them here." said a voice from the library. Both Sam and Dean gasped at the sight of a teen in black boots, black jeans, black punk-rock leather jacket over a grey T-shirt that said "Devil's little golden boy" He had leather bracelets with rivets on them and a matching leather necklace with spikes on it, eyeliner like a real punk-rocker and his golden hair stood up in a crest, it's ends green. On the icing on the cake. A big ass earring in his nose.

The kid blew out a big pink bubble made of gum and when it popped loudly, he raised his hand up with an open palm and with such an untypical smirk for that face, he said:

"Hello."

A\N: I know...I know... I "got some splainin' to do."

So first off, everyone say HI to !Sam and !Dean from the story called "Dragon Dean is still scared of heights" by wolfie180g found on AO3.

Second, yeah, you all know who the kid is supposed to represent. He is an AU version, might be evil...

And third, the "stupid or brave" part... There will be more... Winchesters... In this story... Many, many more... So brace yourself. Keep your fingers crossed I don't mess this one up. Help me with reviews, PLEASE! I am super nervous and anxious about this one, I need all the feedback I could get. THANKS!