Disclaimer: Don't own the boys, no matter how hard I want to

A/N: A wee something that wouldn't leave my mind until I wrote it down, which took less than an hour. It's also something to keep me busy until I get inspiration for Freak. There's one more part, but I'll type that later cuz right now I have to study for my test in Ancient East.

GREEK

When Dean was little, his mom used to tell him stories when she was putting him to bed. Every night there would be a different story, but most of them were about ancient Greek gods or Greek mythology. He always begged her to tell him about them and by the time he was four years old, he knew everything about the Twelve Olympians. His mom reminded him of Artemis, goddess of hunt, and when she asked him which one he wanted to be, he immediately said Ares. He liked Aphrodite the most, but he asked his mother to skip the stories about Athena, although he didn't know why.

He still remembers all the stories, but there was one more thing, something his mother said. The one sentence he couldn't get out of his head, "Just because people don't believe in them anymore, doesn't mean they don't still exist."

During his freshman year of high school, when they were studying about ancient Greece in history, Dean knew everything his teacher was saying. It got interesting when she started talking about gods, because she said few thing wrong, like about Ares. She said that the war would win the side which Ares picked. When Dean told her she was wrong, that Ares never picked sides because he only cared about the fight and not the outcome, she didn't like it and sent him to principal's office. When he got to the office, principal asked him what he did wrong this time, because he was quite often there, mostly for fighting or missing some classes, and sometimes just because the teacher didn't like him, like now. Fortunately, even the principal agreed with what he said to the teacher, so he let him go without calling his dad. The only difference was that this time his father would actually be able to answer since he got home from a hunt the day before.

When Dean and Sam got home from school, dad was sitting in a living room, watching TV, "How was in school?" he asked when they sat next to him.

"I got sent to the principal's office," Dean openly told him, since the whole thing happened without reason.

"For?"

"I corrected my teacher when she said that Ares picked sides in war," Dean hoped dad won't ask him how he knew that. Sure, mom had told him but he just knew that the teacher was wrong, just like he knows all about Sam. Part of him he never tried to understand.

John didn't answer at first because he didn't know what Dean was talking about, but then he remembered Mary telling Dean stories about Greek gods and Ares, along with Aphrodite, being Dean's favorite. "What did you say?" John asked his eldest.

"I told her he cared only about the fight, outcome never interested him."

"You were right. To him only fight and blood mattered. In the beginning at least. Later he cared about Aphrodite as well, maybe even more than about wars," John told him, not sure if Dean knew that.

"Aphrodite?" Dean looked at his father confused.

"Yeah. You know that she was married to Hephaestus, right?" after Dean's nod, John continued, "She was unhappy in her marriage, so she became unfaithful. Since she always liked Ares, she chose him as her lover. After a while, the other gods found out about that and Ares left, no one knew where. It's said that Aphrodite never got over him, searching for him through the whole world."

After that, every few days John would tell Dean another story, continuing where Mary stopped. Funny thing is, once he said exactly the same thing as she did, "Just because people don't believe in them anymore, doesn't mean they don't still exist."

That year Dean started to have strange dreams. He was older in them, around twenty five by the looks of him, and had long hair, darker than now. In some dreams he was watching old wars, which looked like the ones he heard about in his history class, or he was arguing with one girl. She looked the same age as he did, with light brown hair and she was beautiful, but stubborn just like him. His favorite dreams involved another girl, far more beautiful than he first one. Her hair was red and every part of her screamed perfection, like she was a goddess. She was the complete opposite of the other girl, especially in the way she treated him. She was sweet, kind with child-like innocence, when she looked at him in her eyes he saw love, happiness, and sometimes lust.

After every dream, he'd feel different. Ones about war would leave him buzzed and full of adrenaline, arguing with Brown, as he called the first girl in his head, would make him angry and he'd snap at anyone. On those days, he usually did something that landed him in principal's office with phone call to dad. But when he dreamed about her, next day he was happy and nothing could bring him down.

What bothered him the most, was that they seemed more like memories than actual dreams, they were too vivid and detailed to be just a figment of his imagination. And besides, he couldn't come up with something like that, he wasn't that creative.

As Dean grew older, dreams evolved as well. Wars became more gruesome and sometimes he felt sick after waking up, arguments got louder and more intense. But dreaming about her made other dreams bearable. After those he usually needed a cold shower. Very cold.

It wasn't unusual for him to be woken by dreams in the middle of the night, unable to go back to sleep. When it was just him and Sam, it was no problem. But when dad was home, he usually joined Dean at the kitchen in wee hours of morning. Every time John asked what was wrong, Dean would tell the same thing, "Just a bad dream."

The fight before Sam left for Stanford reminded him a lot of him and Brown, but from dreams when he was fifteen. Now in almost every dream that involved her, words switched to blows, and she didn't hit like a girl, it was closer to Sam's hits. Sometimes they even had swords and all that goes with them. It was no problem, they were just dreams. They were for now, but he didn't know that yet.

When Dean was twenty four, he was doing a job, poltergeist in Alexandria, Louisiana. After finding a motel and leaving his things there, he went to the local herb shop, which ran psychic Bobby knew. When he walked in, she looked at him with respect in her eyes.

"I'm Dean, Bobby told me to find you. Said that you could help me," Dean said looking at her confused. Her hair was still black, even though she looked about ten years older than Bobby, and her face was kind and sincere with big blue eyes.

"Yes, I can. I'm Lucia and you are not who you think you are," she told him in serious voice, and her eyes were traveling up and down his body, like she was seizing him up. Before Dean could ask her what she meant, she continued, "Your soul is very old, ancient and is remembering its old life through dreams, but you changed in this life."

Through all of that, Dean just blankly looked at her, but her next words caused him to snap out of his shock, "There is still bloodlust in you, there always will be, but now you have different cause, Ares."

"Come again?" Dean started to doubt Bobby's decision about finding this woman, she was talking nonsense. Ancient, bloodlust, Ares? And the dreams, "How do you know about my dreams?"

"Come with me and I'll show you," Lucia held out her hand for him.

Dean looked at her hand uncertain, "Will you help me with my case then?" at her nod, he took her hand and followed her to the back room.

In the room she pointed to old couch and he took a seat before she left the room. While she was gone, he looked around the room, it was normal with small coffee table in front of him, and the shelves were decorated with various photographs and objects he guessed were for her job. When she returned, she was carrying two cups, one white and one black, and gave him the black one.

"What is this?" he asked looking at the cup and then at her.

"Mix of herbs that will help you remember everything from your old life," at Dean's raised eyebrow she added, "Nothing will happen to you, you'll just fall asleep. You are safe here."

Dean contemplated for a while. Why not? If Bobby trust's her. With that thought he drank the tea. His eyes started to get heavy. Last thing he felt was someone helping him lie down and putting a blanket around him but then there was dark.

Trojan war: spear wound, Zeus healing him, Athena hitting him with boulder. His sister Eris by his side in every battle, along with his sons Phobos and Deimos and daughter Adrestia, his favorite. Aphrodite and he sneaking off from Hephaestus castle to a mountain only they knew about. Every battle he ever witnessed. His chariot, shield and spear. The decision to be born again in human body.

It all comes back to him, every part of his old life. He slowly blinks his eyes open, without looking through a window knows it's nighttime, and Lucia is sleeping in a chair next to the couch. Guess she was right when she said I am ancient, he thought with a smirk. Now he knew why it seemed easy and natural to him to learn everything dad showed him. Fighting was a part of him, always has been. And he realized what she meant by change. Back then he was always reckless, entering battles without strategies, but now he thought things through. Even though he is still a bit reckless. In fact, that was mostly the reason or his and Athena's, Brown's real name, arguments. When he sees her, actually if he sees her ever again, he'll get her back for the whole boulder deal. He can't stop thinking about Aphrodite, his need to see her suddenly strong.

"How are you feeling?" Lucia's voice startled him.

"I'm fine," it's the same thing he always answered to that question, although this time it was also the truth. But still, "What now?" he tries to hide concern in his voice.

"Nothing. Everything stays the same. Maybe you'll run in one of the others. Not long after you left, they decided to do the same thing, so they were reborn again."

"Basically, we're all walking the Earth so to say?" there was something close to awe in his voice.

"Yes. Even the younger generations."

"Do they know about their past?"

"Most of them does since it depends on your age. You'll remember everything when your age, and looks, are like they were then."

"But I was twenty five then," he was sure of that.

"As you will be in two days. I simply sped up the process a little for you. Remembering all that tires your body and mind, so you could end up in a coma."

"How do you know that?"

"Let's just say I met Poseidon few years back," Lucia could feel Dean's curiosity so she continued, "He was in my shop one day. I don't remember what he was looking for, except that it had something to do with water. I felt the same thing I did when I saw you. We talked for a while, but then he just fainted. Of course, I called ambulance immediately, and since he mentioned he had no family here, I went with him. He was in coma for two weeks. When he woke up, his soul was in one piece, complete."

Dean just raised his eyebrow to that, so Lucia laughed before continuing, "When I first saw him, I felt that one part of his soul was either hidden or missing. It was the same with you, and now you are complete."

For a second, Dean was kinda reminded of shrinks, but then he sobered "You think there is some way to find them?"

"You'll know them when you see them."

Dean nodded and got up from the couch, "Thank you for everything."

"No problem boy. Now go and rest for a while. You still have a job to do here. But I can tell you it won't last long, maybe three days."

Dean smiled at her putting on his jacket, "I'll come visit you tomorrow."

"I'm expecting it boy," Dean heard Lucia's voice as he exited the shop.

She was right, the job was done in four days, counting the first one. At his birthday, she prepared him dinner and a chocolate cake. During dinner he told her some of the things he remembered, and she in return told him how she met Bobby. Before Dean left, he promised Lucia to check in regularly and let her know if he finds someone.

Only on the way out of city, he noticed the irony in its name. He thought it was kinda fitting that he found out about his history in city called Alexandria, named like one of the greatest cities of ancient Greece.

After St. Louis, Dean and Sam decided to lay low for some time in Sydney, Arkansas. First two days were alright, but after the third things started to change. Actually, Dean started to change. Every day after that when he woke up, he was cranky. That usually followed the dreams with Athena, but he hadn't had any of those since Lucia's tea.

Noticing Dean's strange behavior, Sam suggested him training, sparring more specifically, as a way to lose the extra energy and improve his mood. Bad idea. Sam could usually hold his own against Dean, but now he just ended pinned on the ground in little over five minutes every time.

"Okay, I've had it. What's wrong with you?" Sam asked his brother after finishing on the ground for the seventh time in one hour.

"Wish I knew," Dean admitted.

"What do you mean?" if Dean admitted something, it was really bad, "I know that you're cranky and angry sometimes, but never like this. Only when we don't kill something before it takes another victim."

"I know. Haven't felt like this in two years, not since Lucia fixed it."

"Lucia?" it was the first time Sam heard that name and he was interested who she was. And the way Dean said fixed it, like he was sick or something.

"Long story. I'll give her a call, ask her what's happening."

"Is she a doctor or something like that? Why I didn't know about any of this?" Sam accused his brother, but after noticing Dean's face hardening, he quickly apologized, "Sorry."

"It's okay," Dean couldn't stay mad at Sam for long time, "I'll call her when we come back to the motel," with that Dean started walking towards Impala, Sam few steps behind him, confusion and worry clear on his face.