I know, I have too many stories. I know, I know. I can't help it though! I can, but I don't want to. Lol. And I'm also updating my other stories, updated two last night, and I'll update some more tonight. But I just wanted to get this idea out on the computure :) Yes, this is going to be somewhat similar to what happened to Buffy when she returned, but he's going to be much more mentally unbalanced. And in this episode he's not going to be wanted by the police. Just makes things easier for this fic :)
Dean's eyes flew open. His paniced breathing resumed as he realized that he was trapped in a coffin. On wild animal instinct he started to claw at the top of the coffin, managing to push it open. Quickly he pushed his way through the dirt, gravel, and rubble. He stared at the other graves around him. He realized that he was blinded by the sun. In a daze he managed to walk down the cementary in obvious shock. He couldn't stop blinking. Everything was too bright. Too loud.
"Sir?" Nearby a policeman had seen how dazed Dean looked while wondering the sidewalks of the downtown area. "Are you all right?"
Dean didn't respond. It was almost as if he had forgotten how to talk.
"Sir?" The policeman asked again, walking up to him this time. Dean stared at him dumbly. He couldn't stop blinking, or shading his eyes from the overally bright sun. The policeman frowned. "Are you all right, sir?" Dean still said nothing. The policeman nodded. "Let's get you to the hospital and get you looked at, shall we?" He went to touch Dean who jerked away, eyes widened. The policeman's own eyes widened. It was clear that this young man was in some sort of shock. He had been through some sort of obvious ordeal.
Somewhat more gently the policeman touched him again and this time Dean allowed him to be led away.
Moments later he found himself in another strange place. The hospital. He saw the mouths moving. Heard the words, but was unable to say anything. He was pratically paralized.
"Sir? What is your name?" Both the doctor and the policeman were asking him over and over. No response. Sighing, they glanced at each other helplessly. Both were unsure of what to do or what to say. Than Dean saw the instruments such as the scalpel in front of him.
Before the doctors could do anything he freaked. Suddenly they were fighting him, holding him back. He was transforming into a wild animal before their eyes. He even gave a low and deep growl that shook them both. Finally the doctor managed to jab a needle into his neck, causing him to fall limp into their arms as they placed him on the bed.
Sam sat, half asleep and more than a little drunk, in front of the tv. Even though the fire was at a full roar he shivered. Suddenly his eyes shot wide open when he saw his dead brother's face flash before the screen on the news.
"What the..." He let his voice trail off as he turned up the volume. He listened as they talked of how they had found this young man wondering in the streets with no name and seemingly unable to communicate, or understand what anyone was saying.
Sam put his hand to his mouth. Could it be? That was impossible. He shook his head.
If it was a shapeshifter, though, he wasn't going to let it steal Dean's image and insult his brother's memory like that.
Fury building up inside him he grabbed his coat and stormed out of the room-determined to find out what the hell was going on....
To Be Continued...