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Unmaking, Epilogue


Epilogue

The call came in during a lull on a Tuesday afternoon. Bobby had already banished Dean to a hunt a couple of states away; long experience had taught him that his friend was the last person you wanted around when things were dull, unless you were looking to start a prank war. “Singer Auto Salvage.”

“I’m looking for parts for a ’67 Chevy Impala,” said a young male voice. It seemed vaguely familiar, but he wasn’t the greatest when it came to auditory memory, which Dean got no end of enjoyment over. “People tell me that you’re the guy to talk to.”

“It’s my mechanic’s car of choice,” Bobby said. Dean had been insufferably happy when he’d found one in the late 80’s that fit his needs, and occasionally went a little overboard when it came to preventive maintenance. “He likes to stockpile whatever he can get his hands on when it comes to parts. Tell me what you need and I’ll see if I can get him to part with any of it.”

“Transmission’s on its last legs,” the young man answered promptly. “I’ve been babying it along for three weeks while I looked for a replacement.”

Bobby considered it for a long moment. The more important pieces, such as the transmission and a few key pieces of the engine block, were often the hardest to find. Dean had two squirreled away in his parts shed, and chances are this kid wouldn’t be able to find a viable replacement without some serious groundwork. Besides, he had faith in his friend. Dean could probably build a transmission himself from scrap metal if it came down to it. “If you can get here in three days, it’ll be ready for you.” Dean would be back by then, hopefully, and likely in a good enough mood to be swayed by a fellow Impala-lover. “Have a good story ready to convince him.”

“Man, I have the best story. My dad proposed to my mom in this car. He gave it to me for my eighteenth birthday and told me to fix it, and this is the last thing I really need.”

“Should work.” He hesitated for a second, because the voice sounded incredibly young to his ears, but decided to go ahead anyway. “Bring a good enough story and a bottle of Johnnie Walker and he’ll probably just give you the thing. And if it’s safe to drive, bring your car too.”

“I’ll see what I can do.”

***

Dean showed up two days later, a little battered, waterlogged and exhausted but not truly injured. “Kelpie’s taken care of,” he said before passing out in the spare room that he’d claimed almost two decades ago. Bobby tried to limp around the house a little more quietly than usual and made sure there was coffee, wondering as he went along when he became relegated to support staff on these things. He’d willingly taken on a researcher’s role when his leg had been broken about ten years ago, and somehow he’d never gone back. Keeping up with Dean had been getting more and more difficult as the gap between their physical ages widened, and by now his friend could pass as his son if he wanted to.

Bobby was neck-deep in paperwork when Dean emerged 12 hours later, bleary-eyed and stumbling for the coffee pot. He brought a cup over for Bobby without prompting and sat there in comfortable silence while the caffeine seeped into his bloodstream. “Some kid out at the community college would love to make a little extra money running the books for you,” he said when Bobby shoved the papers aside and reached for his rapidly cooling coffee. “I could hook you up, no problem.”

It was the same offer he made whenever he happened to be present for Bobby’s accounting binges, and Bobby answered with a glare that probably said everything that needed said about that topic. Truth was, they could both afford to pay someone to do all this. Neither one was a billionaire, but Dean especially was comfortably well off thanks to a series of investments back in the 70’s and 80’s that Dean had jokingly called “insider trading.” Bobby assumed that he had gotten the information from angels somehow and had gone gamely along with the plan to put money on two or three computer companies. That particular piece of advice regarding Microsoft had proven to be worth its weight in diamonds. “I like doing it myself.”

“Obviously.” The other man grinned, and Bobby found himself wanting to slug him. It was a familiar thought. “You’re having so much fun it should be illegal.”

Bobby flipped him off and drank his coffee, making a face at the temperature of the beverage. “Got a kid coming in today or tomorrow,” he said, changing the topic. Dean could talk like this all day unless you steered the conversation in a different direction, and usually Bobby was right there with him, but right now he was feeling vaguely irritated with the other man. “Looking for a transmission on a ’67 Impala.”

“You didn’t tell him he could have one of mine, did you?” Dean looked a little worried. Ever since he’d managed to find and purchase his own Impala, he’d been almost insane in his protection of it.

“Do I look like I want to put up with that kind of bitching from you?” Bobby said with a snort. “I told him you had one, and if he showed up he could try and talk you out of it. Told him to bring a bottle of Johnny and his car.”

“I’m not giving some punk kid one of my transmissions,” his friend said.

“Come on, Dean. We both know if they set off a nuke tomorrow, you’d be out the day after and rebuilding that car with chewing gum and aluminum foil if you had to, and the damn thing would run.”

“Of course it would run,” Dean said, grinning. “Dude, I’m freakin’ MacGyver. Have I ever given you cause to doubt me?”

“Nope,” Bobby answered, a sly smile coming up. “Which is why you’re going to give the kid one of your spares when he asks for it.”

Dean’s eyes narrowed. “You are one manipulative bastard, you know that?”

“I’m aware.” Bobby didn’t allow Dean to ruffle his composure. The man talked a tough game, but being adopted by Dean Colt was like joining the mafia. Once you were in, you were in for life. And the process of adoption was frighteningly easy; if he saved your life, you were family. End of story. There were scores of people across the country who could summon Dean with one phone call and a plea for help.

Dean rolled his eyes and stood up, setting aside his empty cup. “I’m going to do a little work on my baby, Singer. Call me when the brat shows up.”

Bobby stubbornly plowed through a stack of old purchase orders and worked his way down a list of suppliers looking for a door panel for an ’86 Nissan Pulsar when he heard the rumble of a rebuilt, American-made engine. The sound was eerily similar to Dean’s own Impala, a throaty growling sound that he knew his friend enjoyed to an almost ridiculous degree. The sound cut off as it neared the house, followed by the creak of a heavy steel door opening and then slam a few moments later. Solid footsteps approached the house.

He got up from his desk when Powell stirred from his space on the porch, the dog making a soft warning sound that was somewhere between a growl and a bark. The footsteps stopped. “This dog gonna eat me if I come any closer?”

“I fed him this morning. Should be safe,” Bobby said. “Stand down, Powell.” He headed back towards the kitchen to get a beer for his guest, opening up one for the kid and one for himself and adding a dash of holy water to both, just in case. “You can come in.”

The door opened. “Powell, huh? Like Colin Powell?”

“Yeah. Used to have a mutt named Clinton, but the damned thing wouldn’t stop humping everything in sight. Took it in to get it fixed and the vet ended up having to put it down.” He stepped into the living room and got a good look at the kid.

Dean was looking back at him, way too young and without the muscle and scars he would develop later in life. “Dean Winchester. Nice to meet you, Mr. Singer.”

Bobby stared for a second. That idiot. “Good to meet you too, kid. Where you from?” As soon as he heard the reply of Lawrence, Kansas, he was walking past the boy, out the front door and back to the area behind Dean’s workshop.

He knew the kid was following him, having asked one spluttered, “What the hell?” before trailing along in Bobby’s wake. He couldn’t bring himself to care. Let Dean’s fucking son follow him. Kid had to meet his daddy somehow.

Dean was stripped down to his tank undershirt, the scar on his shoulder standing out in the bright sunlight. He had the hood of the car open, but was sitting on the ground next to the front bumper chatting with Castiel instead of working. The angel stood up when they approached, homing in on the kid with unerring accuracy. He said something to Dean, who scrambled up with a panicked expression on his face. Good. He should be worried.

“Dean Winchester,” Bobby says, and gets a gleam of satisfaction when his friend flinches at the name, “meet Dean Colt, my mechanic.” He shot off one more glare in Dean’s general direction before marching into the house. Idjit.

***

Dean watched the older man walk away before turning back to the mechanic. “What’s going on?”

The mechanic, Dean Colt, looked over at the wiry old man beside him before sighing. “You sure the world isn’t going to implode over this or anything? Doc Brown said this would be a bad idea.”

“Nothing bad will happen because of this, Dean. It is even possible that something good may come instead.”

Colt turned back to Dean, an eyebrow arched in a very familiar way. There was a definite resemblance, but Dean wasn’t sure why that bothered Mr. Singer. “Nice to meet you, Winchester. Heard you have a ’67 Impala.” He reached out a hand and Dean shook it mechanically. The more he looked at the man, the stronger the resemblance became.

“Are we related or something? ‘Cause I have to tell you, it’s a little weird seeing this handsome face on a guy I’ve never met.”

“Could be,” Colt said, shrugging. “Come on, let’s take a look at your car.”

The skinny old man stepped back from them. “I should go and speak with Robert.”

The mechanic nodded. “I’ll talk to you later, Cas. Say hi to your jackass brother when you see him.”

“I shall tell Michael you miss him greatly,” the man said, a slight smile on thin lips, before he moved away, disappearing quickly into the maze that was the salvage yard.

“I heard you had a great story about your car,” Colt said, turning back to him. “Why don’t you show me the car and tell me about it.”

“Yeah, I can do that,” Dean said slowly. “Why was Mr. Singer so upset?”

“Bobby just gets like that sometimes. Nothing to do with you. So, Winchester, how old are you anyway?”

“Eighteen,” Dean said, leading the way back to his baby. “My dad gave me the car when I turned sixteen, and I’ve been trying to fix her up whenever I get the time and money.”

“You in school?”

“Start at Kansas State this fall. I’m thinking about engineering.”

“Like taking things apart and making them better?” There was a teasing edge to the man’s voice, and Dean looked up at him with curiosity.

“Yeah. Drives my mom nuts sometimes, ‘cause I can’t always get the thing put back together right. We went through three toasters when I was in elementary school because I couldn’t get the wiring back in.”

“Any brothers or sisters?”

“Got a little brother. Sammy. He’s so smart its scary sometimes,” Dean said, bragging a little.

“You work in a garage or something right now?”

“Nah, I’ve got an EMT license. Work part-time with the fire department.” They reached the Impala and Dean popped the hood.

Colt looked at the Impala with an expression that was almost reverence. “Man, she’s gorgeous.”

Dean smiled, his eyes on his baby. “I know.”

They stayed with the car for over an hour, poring over the engine and body, and Dean told the mechanic about how his dad had proposed to his mother in this car, and how he’d been born in the backseat when his father couldn’t get his mother to the hospital in time.

And in the end, Colt took him to his workshop and pulled a transmission off a shelf crowded with enough car parts to make him drool. “Take care of her,” the man said.

That was exactly what Dean Winchester intended to do. He left the yard with a transmission and Dean Colt’s contact info, still wondering what all the fuss was about. The other man was obviously a great guy, even if he seemed a little intense at times.

***

Author's Notes

Comments

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adrenalineshots
Aug. 28th, 2010 06:05 pm (UTC)
This was a really fun and well written insight on 'what could've been. I really enjoyed it!

Dean choosing to stay in the past rather than vanishing from existence, Castiel's support, the fact that Michael wasn't a dick, Dean's 'residual powers' and Bobby just assuming that 18 year old Dean was future-Dean's son *g*

Awesome tale, dude!
faithburke
Aug. 28th, 2010 10:21 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it!

Time-travel isn't something that occurs to people as a viable explanation, even hunters, I think.
sheron
Sep. 7th, 2010 02:03 am (UTC)
This was a lot of fun to read! I would have liked to see the explanation to Bobby written up. Otherwise it was awesome :D
faithburke
Sep. 8th, 2010 11:29 am (UTC)
Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed it! To be honest, I'm not sure how that conversation went, exactly. Bobby's kind of cagy. But there will eventually be a couple of timestamps for this story, and maybe I can get him to speak up.
(Anonymous)
Sep. 8th, 2010 08:59 am (UTC)
I really enjoyed that, and would happily have gone on reading forever.
faithburke
Sep. 8th, 2010 11:26 am (UTC)
Thanks! I don't know about forever, but I do have some ideas for a few timestamps for this story. If I can ever get some time to work on them, I'll link them to the masterpost.
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faithburke
Sep. 11th, 2010 11:58 am (UTC)
Thanks for reading!
etrix
Sep. 9th, 2010 09:39 pm (UTC)
Got here through a recc by adrenalineshots and I'm glad I came because this was a really good read. I like time-travel/fix-it stories but a lot of them are improbable and/or rambling; this wasn't. Coherent, tightly plotted, well-written... kudos!

Also, I love your Bobby and how he didn't realize the real relationship between the Deans. heh
faithburke
Sep. 11th, 2010 11:57 am (UTC)
Wow, thanks for the review! I'm glad you enjoyed reading it.

I'm old-school sci-fi/fantasy, so I adore time-travel AUs. It's good to know that it was appreciated.
heartlessbytchh
Sep. 21st, 2010 09:49 pm (UTC)
I loved your story. I've always been fascinated by the whole time travel concept and what good and evil could be done with it. I've also been intrigued by AU's and all the possibilities that theoretically exist.

You kept the characters true to their innate selves. To me, that's an important detail. I liked seeing Bobby as a younger man.

I was waiting for a major meltdown melee when all the demons and angels were having their meeting. It would've been interesting to go there, but it would've made a totally different story.

I enjoyed Dean Colt meeting Dean Winchester there at the end. It's too bad his little brother hadn't come along for the roadtrip. That I think would've been bittersweet for Dean Colt.
Definitely 'chickflick moment' material. :)

I do have one question though. What color is Dean Colt's Impala? Or did you leave that unspecified on purpose to add to the angst levels of certain readers like me?
lol

Thank you for the ride. I had a great roadtrip with you. You can drive anytime.
:)
faithburke
Sep. 22nd, 2010 11:10 am (UTC)
I'm seriously blushing here!

I was raised old-school sci-fi, so time travel and alternate realities are pretty much my favorite things in the world. My beta actually teased me when I signed up for big bang and said I was going to do this story, since I signed up for the AU big bang at the same time and was simultaneously considering a Star Wars time travel AU for that (ended up going for Justice League instead).

They've never actually shown a major fight involving angels and demons (I get the feeling it was mostly hit and fade skirmishes), and I wasn't sure I could write it, so I went with this instead.

And Dean Colt's Impala is black. Is there any other color?
heartlessbytchh
Sep. 22nd, 2010 02:06 pm (UTC)
Yes!!! I knew it was gonna be black. Do you have more Dean Colt stories or have any planned? I'd like to see more of this character and where he goes in his future. Or the other futures. LOL

When you say "Old School" do you mean like Heinlein and Asimov 'Old School'?
Have you read Heinlein's "The Number Of The Beast"? That was a great time travel story. I read it as a kid and I've reread it about 4 times now since. If you haven't read it, I highly recommend it.
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faithburke
Apr. 11th, 2011 10:53 am (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it. I didn't realize it was recced anywhere, actually.

Regarding Dean and his aging: in the chapter before this I state that this is a byproduct of the way Castiel brought him back from the dead. Not canon, just one possibility of it.
skimthesurface
Apr. 10th, 2011 10:45 pm (UTC)
I am so glad I followed the link on Epic Recs to this story! It was very well written and original.
shamangrrl
Jun. 11th, 2011 09:55 pm (UTC)
I really loved this. I love when Dean is presented as intelligent and capable, not simply a fratboy or thug. I wish that canon had been closer to this - the Angels, with the exception of Castiel, were real disappointments, and they started out with so much potential.

Thanks for giving me another smart!Dean story to revisit. There aren't enough of them out there.
faithburke
Jun. 14th, 2011 10:09 pm (UTC)
Wow, thank you for the nice review!

I'm a big fan of smart!Dean as well, but the show is a little inconsistent on that front. That's what fanfic is for.
tuckercat2
Jun. 12th, 2011 01:16 am (UTC)
I live this story! I read your stories of FF also. Thank you for sharing!
faithburke
Jun. 14th, 2011 10:01 pm (UTC)
Thanks! I'm glad you liked it.
darkestnight12
Sep. 22nd, 2011 04:14 am (UTC)
This was WONDERFUL. I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW I MISSED THIS BEFORE. *boggles with incredulity* GAH. I WORSHIP COOKIES AT YOUR FEET.
faithburke
Dec. 10th, 2011 05:16 pm (UTC)
Wow! I am incredibly flattered. This was one of my favorite stories ever to write.
shadownashira
Dec. 15th, 2011 04:17 pm (UTC)
This is a gorgeous piece of work! It has everything I want to read in a time travel fic: great characterisation, well executed plot, apocalypse-fix-it, Cas, smart!Dean.

I loved the ending with Dean Colt + Dean Winchester, and Bobby's assumption about them. I do wonder what Bobby's reaction would be if he discovered the truth...

So we’re stuck being heterosexual life partners until the end of time

This line cracked me up, but at the same time it's really tragic, because it won't be fun watching everyone grow old around you while you stay the same age. On the other hand, Cas will be there with him.

Also, your portrayal of Michael is my favourite out of all the ones I've seen.

Awesome job! :D
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faithburke
May. 10th, 2013 12:14 pm (UTC)
I have written parts of that and might come back to it in the future. Thanks for reading and reviewing, and I'm glad you liked reading it!
nagi_schwarz
Sep. 19th, 2013 05:03 pm (UTC)
Awesome. Funny and poignant, and I always love time travel. Bobby and Dean were lovely together. Probably one of my favorite gen fics, right here.
jebbypal
Mar. 16th, 2014 10:12 pm (UTC)
Perfect. And so much preferable to the seasons of supernatural that followed the whole apocalypse thing.
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