Under the cover of night, a black Chevy Impala roared away from the roadside motel.
The motel owner watched the scene unfold from his window with a confused look. He couldn't figure out where the car had come from, nor could he understand how those two men had exited his motel—he never even saw them check in.
On the highway, Dean was behind the wheel, practically buzzing with excitement.
"I swear, when Alex told me he could replicate my Baby one-to-one in this world, I thought he was full of it. But damn, he actually pulled it off!"
"With his level of power?" Sam chuckled. "Come on, Dean, he could probably clone the entire Pentagon without breaking a sweat. Once we're done here, you might as well drive this version back with you."
"Nope." Dean's answer was immediate and firm, almost unexpectedly so. "One Baby is enough. Doesn't matter what universe we're in—mine is one of a kind."
"You just don't want me to have it, do you?" Sam rolled his eyes.
Honestly, every time Dean had a near-death experience—or straight up died—Sam would get this weird feeling like the Impala was about to be passed down. But without fail, Dean always came back.
Dean let out a hearty laugh and smoothly changed the subject. "Anyway, enough of that. Let's talk about this world. What've you found?"
"Let me check." Sam pulled out his worn notebook and a bunch of scattered documents—his earlier intel, organized as always.
"This place is really close to the X-Men universe we know, but with some key differences. For starters, Wolverine isn't played by the guy we remember, and Xavier's different too."
"What?"
Dean's mouth twitched. "You're seriously focusing on that?"
"Of course not," Sam replied. "But understanding the differences matters. We're not dealing with a clear victim or suspect here—honestly, everyone in this world is a victim. And every single one of them could be a suspect."
"A dystopian world, huh…"
Sam paused, pulling out a comic book. "Check this out. This world has X-Men comics too. I cross-checked the issue numbers and story arcs—they're identical to ours."
Dean frowned. "And that's significant… how?"
"Remember what Old Man Logan told us? Before Polaris, Blink, and Alex approached him, a woman came asking for his help. She wanted him to escort a group of kids to a specific location."
"Yeah, I remember that." Dean nodded. "The woman was a local. And those kids… if I'm remembering right, they were clone mutants—created in secret by the Essex Corporation."
"Technically artificial mutants, but close enough," Sam agreed. "Those kids escaped the lab with the help of some medical staff. Now they're on the run."
"So?" Dean's hands tightened on the wheel. "Alex already warned us—those kids are in danger. A lot of people are after them, including mutants from other universes. Best we keep our distance."
"That's not my point," Sam said, shaking his head.
He quickly rummaged through his bag and pulled out a battered comic, flipping to a specific page and holding it up for Dean to see.
"Look at this."
Dean kept one eye on the road and glanced at the page with his peripheral vision.
The comic showed the X-Men searching for a lost city—Wolverine leading the charge, dressed in his classic yellow suit.
"What's the issue?" Dean asked, puzzled.
"Look at the coordinates," Sam hinted, then explained his discovery directly. "The comic actually lists coordinates for the city. And those coordinates match exactly with the ones that woman gave to Logan. Which means… she wanted him to take those kids there."
"Wait, you're telling me those are the comic's coordinates?"
Dean's jaw dropped. He looked back at the panel, reading more carefully this time. Sure enough, the latitude and longitude printed in the comic matched the exact ones Logan had been given.
"Is she insane? Sending a bunch of kids to a location pulled out of a comic book? For all we know, that place could be a total death trap."
"I can't make sense of her motives either," Sam admitted. "Which is exactly why I think we should start our investigation from this angle." He carefully placed the comic back into his bag.
"Do you know where that woman is now?" Dean asked.
"She's been moving constantly—probably trying to stay ahead of anyone tracking her. But she's kept trying to reach Logan, so I was able to trace her last known location… Mississippi."
Dean didn't respond. He simply pressed down on the gas pedal.
The black Impala responded with a low roar, accelerating as it vanished into the night. Since Mississippi was still in the American South, it didn't take them long to reach their target.
By the time the sun peeked over the horizon, Dean and Sam had rolled into a small, rural town nestled on the outskirts of Mississippi.
Unlike the cities obsessed with neon signs and faux-90s nostalgia, this one still clung to a simple, peaceful rhythm of life.
Outside a diner, Dean took a big bite out of his burger with one hand and held a paper bag of takeout in the other, handing it through the open car window to Sam inside.
"Oh, Sammy, you wouldn't believe how good these burgers are. My god, why does my stomach only have so much room? I still wanna try their pie," Dean said as he swung the car door open, his face practically glowing with satisfaction.
But Sam was long used to this—aside from his younger brother, hardly anyone knew that Dean was an absolute foodie.
It didn't matter if they were in an alternate universe or back in their own world—wherever they went, Dean would inevitably be lured in by the local cuisine. Sam, on the other hand, never quite understood that behavior.
Seeing Sam ignore him, Dean slid into the driver's seat, shut the door, and asked, "So, any luck? Find anything?"
"I rechecked some of the plot points in the comic," Sam replied, flipping through the pages with a furrowed brow. "There are still a lot of inconsistencies. For example, there's no mention of the Essex Corporation in the comic—but it does have Mister Sinister."
"Mister Sinister... he's the one pulling the strings behind the Essex Corporation, right?" Dean said, chewing his burger more slowly now, his tone growing serious.
"Yeah. And according to the lore, he was once just a human geneticist who turned himself into something more... something post-human. In the comic, the origin is pretty much the same, but the name's been changed."
Dean nodded thoughtfully. "Makes sense. Not every world has a Chuck. The people who drew these comics are probably just regular folks. They're drawing inspiration from the lives of the X-Men, not acting as some kind of prophet chronicling every real detail."
"That's what I thought too. Alex told us that in this world, the Essex Corporation is also run from the shadows by Mister Sinister. But from what I've found, the guy's just a regular genetics professor here—not some Omega-level threat. I don't think they're even connected."
"What about that woman?" Dean asked.
"Got a lock on her. She's staying at a rundown motel three blocks from here," Sam said plainly.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Dean gulped down the rest of his burger, energized and ready to go.
But Sam set the comic down and reached into the takeout bag, pulling out his own burger and a carton of fries.
"I haven't even eaten yet."
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