The announcer was shouting, "lane two nearly a full 10 seconds ahead of the world record. This is incredible! Nails the turn and starts the last 50 meters in this 100-meter freestyle race. No one was expecting this! USA blowing away the competition! Nearly to the wall, no one even close to catching up! USA has done it! First-time Olympian and underdog Dean Winchester has broken the world record! This is unbelievable!"

The young man trod water while leaning against the side of the pool, panting lightly. He looked up at the screen that showed his time and smirked. The last competitor had just tapped the wall, the race was over. He let his smile fade, replaces with a flat expression, not giving away any of the excitement that coursed through his veins. His teammate swam into his lane and pulled him into a congratulations hug, "you did it, man!"

"Yeah," he allowed himself a small smile.

He pulled himself out of the water, walking back to where his clothes are he tried to avoid as many people as he can. Dean never really had been one for big crowds anyway. But plans don't always work out the way he wants. He was stopped by a news reporter, " Dean, you have just won your first gold medal and broken a world record. What is going through your head right now?"

He stopped and thought for a moment. Not quite expecting to be stopped by a big news reporter. Then he responded, "I am just thinking about my later races. It hasn't really hit me yet. I'm sure later it will."

"And how about your family. This is your first time at the Olympic Games here in Athens. Are they here? What are their thoughts on you competing for your country?"

Dean was once again stumped, "I mean yeah, they think it's cool I guess."

The reporter would not let up, " are they here to watch you?"

"No, they are not. Now if you will let me through I really do need to get going."

With that, he pushed passed and gathered his clothes from the bench heading straight back into the locker room. He was only there for a second before his teammates pulled him out again to where the award ceremony was happening. Everyone kept patting him on the back and congratulating him on his achievement.

Soon he found himself stepping up onto the top of the winner's platform. The highest podium, he dipped his head as he was given the gold medal. Then it hit him, he had just one the first place medal at the Olympics. His chest swelled with pride and he stood so straight that his back almost hurt. He watched his flag rise and held his hand over his heart as his anthem played. A single tear fell from his right eye, brushed away before even the news cameras could catch it.

As soon as the ceremony ended he rushed back to the locker room. Once there he grabbed his towel from his locker and placed it on another bench right by his clothes. He took a quick shower to wash all of the chlorine from his body. He allowed himself a few extra minutes of comfort under the warm spray of water to calm his muscles and relax his still thundering heart rate. Only when he was in real danger of being late did he shut off the water and quickly get dressed in his dry clothes. A pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt, and a zip-up jacket. As he exited the locker room.

With a quick goodbye to his celebrating teammates, he was off again. He was about to do something that no one had ever done before. He would be competing in two categories. Swimming and rifle. The rules had been changed and the schedules lined up to allow this. He took a vehicle to the shooting range in a nearby building. He sauntered into the back waiting room where his teammates were waiting for their turn to shoot. All eyes were drawn to him as he entered the room.

They glared once they saw his still damp hair. One even sneered at him, "so Winchester, finally decided to show up? Are you done playing lifeguard for the day?"

He shrugged, unzipping his jacket and pulling something out, "I just had to pick up something before I left."

Jaws hit the floor. If he had been looking to sour their mood he had succeeded. He smirked for a second, that was the difference between the teams. Rifle competitors got angry if you won but the swimmers would be happy for you. He quickly tucked away his medal and sat back in the corner and listened to his music.

Soon he was competing again, he shot with ease and didn't have any hiccups. It didn't surprise him when he got first place. He had, after all, been shooting since he was five.

Eventually, the weeks ended and he had won a total of six gold medals, three for each sport. During that time he had avoided many of the reporters who seemed desperate to ask him as many questions as possible. There was one thing that he couldn't avoid. The team press meetings.