A/N:

Well, seeing as I got such positive feedback from my first Supernatural story, I decided to start another one!

I quite honestly cried my eyes out watching the finale, and since then I've been in some kind of wierd slump. So, I decided that writing would make me feel better and began thinking up plots. But nothing that came to mind was any good. Then, my friends and I got together to speculate about season six, and we all came to an agreement on what will happen. So, with their permission, I decided to go ahead and write it :) I figured, we all need something to do until season six starts, so why not make up my own season six to share?

Well, hope you like it!

Disclaimer: I don't own these gorgeous boys... :(


Rebirthing

Chapter 1

Feel your presence filling up my lungs with oxygen
I take you in
I've died
Rebirthing now
I wanna live for love, wanna live for you and me
Breathe for the first time now
I come alive somehow
Rebirthing now
I wanna live my life, wanna give you everything
Breathe for the first time now
I come alive somehow

Dean remained at Lisa's house for a grand total of four days. He wasn't cut out for the 'apple pie' life. He had no longing for a house, front yard, or a white picket fence. He drew no entertainment from soccer games, barbeques, or mingling with friendly neighbors.

No.

Dean's vision of an apple pie life was the road, the Impala, and the comforting weight of a gun in his hands. He had tried. Damn, he had tried so hard to settle, to connect with Lisa and Ben. To live the life Sam had wanted for him.

But he just couldn't do it.

His life was gone, swallowed up in the earth with no hope of ever being recovered.

And so, he got into the Impala and drove.

A part of him felt guilty, like he was betraying Sam by leaving Lisa behind. But, he reasoned, Sam had made him promise to return to her because he had thought it would make him happy. Dean wasn't happy with Lisa. Far from it. Ben reminded Dean of another snot-nosed kid who Dean had practically raised, always asking questions and running around with seemingly unending energy. Every second he spent in that house only brought him more misery. He had to leave to be happy. And he was sure Sam would understand that.

The drive to Bobby's seemed to take longer than it should have. More than once, Dean opened his mouth to say something, only to turn and see an empty passenger seat. He tried to listen to music, but every song that played brought back another memory: Sam bitching about his music taste, Sam whining for him to turn the volume down, Sam covering his ears to block out the sound of Dean's singing. At one point, Dean had to pull over to collect himself because the tears in his eyes were making it hard to see.

The aching feeling of grief and loneliness only intensified when Dean pulled up to Bobby's house. He killed the engine and just sat in the Impala, his hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. The old house brought back so many memories that they caused Dean physical pain just thinking about them. He wanted nothing more than to start up the Impala and drive away, putting this place and all of the memories it was home to behind him, but he had nowhere else to go.

To say Bobby was surprised to find Dean standing on his doorstep would be an understatement. Nonetheless, he recovered quickly and pulled the younger hunter into a firm embrace. No words were exchanged as Bobby led Dean into the house. It was only after Dean was settled on Bobby's couch with a beer in his hand that he found his voice again.

"I couldn't do it, Bobby," he whispered, "I just couldn't do it. The 'apple pie' life…I'm just not cut out for it. I know that Sam made me promise to go back to Lisa because he wanted me to be happy, but…I wasn't."

Bobby nodded thoughtfully, "To be honest, I had a feeling it wouldn't take too long for you to go stir-crazy." He took a long drink of his beer before continuing, "Sam would kill me for this, but I've gotta feeling this'll help you."

Dean raised an eyebrow, his attention completely captured.

"An old friend called, thinks he has a hunt for me. I was gonna drive down tomorrow to check it out. Looks like a rugaru. Shouldn't be too dangerous, and I'd sure love the company."

Dean felt his first real smile since Sam jumped spread across his face.

"So, you in?" Bobby asked.

"I'd like that."

Bobby nodded, obviously pleased, before standing and heading towards the kitchen to throw away his now empty beer bottle, patting Dean on the knee as he went. Dean shifted on the couch so that he could gaze out of the nearest window. He took a long drink from his own beer as his mind wandered back to his brother.

'I tried, Sam. I really did. But, hunting is all I can do. I know that you'd understand.'

Dean cursed and rubbed his eyes furiously, refusing to let the tears that were lurking behind his eyes fall.

'I'm sorry, Sammy.'


A/N:

I know, it's really short, but my first chapters usually are. I guess you can almost consider this some kind of prologue. Not to worry, the rest of the chapters will be decently long.

The song used at the top is Rebirthing by Skillet, which was my favorite song for over a year. I listened to it non-stop while writing this, so, to me, it's kinda like this story's theme song, lol.

Well, hope you liked it! Please review! As I'm still new to this fandom, constructive critisism and tips are more than welcome!