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Hey, everyone! This is my first fic and I thought I'd try out some Supernatural to start with. Reviews (positive or negative) are always appreciated but please don't be overly critical; as I said, this is only my first fic. So without further ado, or stalling, I give you1 A.D.

Ain't No Rest For The Wicked

It's been a year.

One entire year.

One year since they stopped the Apocalypse. One year since Michael and Lucifer fell into the Cage. One year since his best friend, Cas, left to restore order in Heaven. One year since he lost his brother- Hell, both his brothers. He never thought about it that way. Dean never spent all that much time with his half-brother, Adam, and now, he kind of regretted it. Regret wasn't exactly something that Dean did well. When he did something, what happened happened and he didn't dwell on it too much. This was different, though.

"Here's to you, Sammy," Dean said as he raised his bottle of beer to toast his dead brother. At least, he hoped Sam was dead; it would be a far kinder fate than anything Hell had in store. And Dean knew that for a fact.

"Hey, Dean! I thought you were gonna teach me how to change the oil in your car. What the hell's taking you so long?" the voice of a child yelled out from the garage.

"Watch your mouth, Mister!" came the voice of a woman. The woman in question walked into the kitchen laughing. "What are you doing to Ben?" Lisa asked jokingly as she wrapped her arms around Dean's waist. "He never talked like that until YOU showed up."

"Yeah he did; he just did a better job of hiding it from you," Dean said in his deep, throaty voice.

Lisa looked up into Dean's face and followed his gaze; he was staring at a picture of him and Sam when they were children. "How long has it been?" she asked the question already knowing the answer.

"A year," Dean replied. He drained the rest of his beer and tossed the bottle into the trash. He kissed the top of Lisa's head and untangled himself from her embrace. "I better get into the garage before Ben starts to cuss me out."

As Dean climbed out from under the Impala (or the Metallicar, as Ben liked to call it) Dean thought about all that had transpired in a single year. 'I lost a brother but I gained a family. A beautiful woman who loves me, a boy who thinks of me as a father and most importantly, he thought as he smelled Lisa's cooking coming from the kitchen, an apple-pie life. Dean's thought's of a simple life were shattered as an ear-splitting scream erupted from the front room.

Dean and Ben rushed out of the garage to find Lisa pushing herself into the corner farthest away from the open front door. Dean looked at the entryway and realized why; there was a man laying in the doorway. His shirt looked as if it had been at the center of an explosion. The edges were singed and it was full of gashes and holes like he had been standing in the crossfire of a mafia hit squad and a bunch of samurais. His pants weren't in much better shape. The man himself was covered in dirt and grime. His hair was knotted, oily, and it hung in disgusting clumps around his face. The scariest part was his weight; Dean could see the man's ribs and spine and almost every other bone in his body.

Dean rushed over to the man and knelt down next to him. "Are you okay?" Dean asked as he wrapped his arms carefully around the man's emaciated form and turned him onto his back.

The man's eyes focused on Dean's and Dean felt a shiver run down his spine. The man's eyes were hollow and full of pain, as if he had been beaten every day of his life. 'Well that would explain the clothes,' Dean thought. There was something else in his eyes though, Dean noticed. It was defiance and strength of will. Dean knew from that one look that this man would never submit to anyone.

The man opened his mouth, and in a dry voice, said the one sentence that would change Dean's life forever. "I'm so hungry."