Um…not one clue where this came from…hopefully you'll enjoy.

The first chapter is kind of rushed, apologizes for that…

John never went into the hunting business, instead he stayed and rebuilt the house and raised his boys.

Dean/Jimmy…Dean/Castiel

A Different Life

Dean lowered his gun when he saw who had entered the barn. He glanced in shock at Bobby and then to the other man. It couldn't be, not him, anybody but him...but there he was. His lover, the man that he had fallen in love with and had a family with. Jimmy Novak, and Dean didn't know what to do.

They had met when Dean's freshman class won a contest to go to Illinois to see some ancient pharaoh, and Dean hadn't really paid that close of attention to what they were supposed to be learning as he was too busy staring at the boy in another class. He had made it a point to bump into the other boy several times and then finally striking up a conversation with him.

After that they had exchanged phone numbers and started talking once a week. Jimmy had been sympathetic when Dean had told him of his mother's death, and how John, his father had decided to rebuild their house and continued to raise them, meaning him and his little brother Sammy.

Jimmy had asked what his plans were for the future, and he had told him how he wanted to be a police officer, so he could help people. They would meet sometimes during the summer. Dean was responsible enough that John didn't have a problem letting Dean go out of town for a few days at a time. They were best friends for years, until Jimmy had turned to him one day and kissed him.

Luckily Dean had been about to board the bus that would take him back to Kansas and he had stayed slack jawed until Jimmy had backed off with a muttered apology and the bus driver had honked the horn to get Dean's attention. He had had the entire bus journey to think about the kiss and when Dean had arrived back in Kansas he was well into freaking out about it.

Dean had called Jimmy, but the boy had avoided his calls, finally a month had gone by and Dean was entering his senior year when he saw Jimmy standing at the end of the hall of his school. Blinking rapidly, thinking that it was his mind playing jokes on him, he had walked toward the boy and reached out and poked him. Dean jumped when Jimmy had flinched.

Now that they were together, it had taken a couple of months of Jimmy apologizing for avoiding him, saying that his father had gotten a job offer in Lawrence, Kansas, and he wanting it to be a surprise, Dean had forgiven him. They hadn't mentioned the kiss.

Dean was happy, he had his family, and he had his best friend all in one place. Until the wreck, Dean couldn't remember much about it; he remembered dropping Jimmy off at home and started back to his own home, when out of nowhere a semi had plowed right into him. The car had been totaled and it had taken thirty minutes for the rescue squad to get him out of it.

Sammy had told him that he had been in a medical induce coma for about a week to get most of the swelling down and how Jimmy hadn't left his side, and how Jimmy would hold his hand and sing to him while he slept. Physical therapy had been a real bitch, and Dean hated that he had to relearn to walk again, after months of John pleading with him and Sammy screaming at him to finish it, finally it had taken Jimmy to get him back into therapy.

And it was after the therapy was finished and Dean could walk again under his own power that Jimmy had kissed him again, and surprising to him that he had kissed back. And that was when the freaking out part came in and they both had a lot of talking to do and Dean had finally spoken about it to his father and after getting his approval, their friendship had turned into something more.

And after graduation and a prom which had lead to their first time, a few years in a community college, their relationship was going strong. Dean became a police officer in training, Jimmy had gone into accounting. Dean had laughed at that, and Jimmy finally screaming uncle when the play fighting started.

Dean was happy and content, they had saved their money and had found a small apartment together, everyone in their little town knew about them and they thought it was cute. Which had given Dean a complex, especially when he had to serve warrants on people, but he was still happy when he came home from work and Jimmy had dinner ready, they would cuddle on the couch, and then they would retire for the night with bouts of love-making.

After they had been together for ten years and had enough money to do what they pleased, they had decided to have a child together. Amelia had been Jimmy's best friend since they were kids and she had always known that Jimmy was gay, she offered to carry Jimmy's kid and Claire Marie had been born at two am on a Sunday morning.

Having a child was one of the best experiences of Dean's life, he was the father to the cutest little girl in the world and he couldn't have asked for more. Of course all that happiness was to come to a screeching halt when John had suffered a stroke and had died on the way to the hospital.

Dean and Sammy had split the estate, which wasn't worth much, they sold the house as neither of them wanted to stay in a house with so many memories. They had been packing up the attic, going through their mother's old stuff that John had saved. Sam wanted nothing as he was still in Stanford, studying to be a lawyer. So Dean had stored what he wanted in his carport.

The funeral had been awful, with Claire not understanding why her grandpa was not waking up and had started crying when they closed the casket.

Life had gone on though, with Claire growing like a weed, but then his world shattered when she started getting sick and had been diagnosed with a form of cancer that was extremely difficult to cure.

Jimmy was beside himself with grief when the doctors had exhausted all possible medical treatments. Claire was dying and Dean couldn't stop it.

And that was when Dean found a book that had belonged to his grandpa Campbell. It had mentioned something about crossroads deals. Dean didn't understand it, but he had to try. So one night when Jimmy had left to stay with Claire at the hospital and Sam had come down from California to be with him helped. They had gathered all the things that were listed and found a crossroad and buried the box right in the center. Sam had left when nothing happened, but Dean had held out hope and stayed.

He of course had freaked out when a woman with glowing red eyes suddenly showed up, she had asked what he had wanted, Claire to be healthy, for her to live a healthy full life. A deal had been struck, it only had one condition, he had one year to be with his family. He had agreed and had sealed the deal with a kiss.

The next day Jimmy had called excited, the cancer was gone and the doctors were baffled. Dean broke down and held his daughter tight that night. One full year that was all he had and he refused to tell Jimmy anything. Six months into that year, one of his father's friends had come down to see them, named Bobby Singer. Dean couldn't help but think that Bobby knew what he had done, of course he didn't say anything, yet Bobby stayed around anyway.

As the year came to a close, and on that day he had sent Jimmy and Claire to Amelia's for the week. He had kissed Jimmy with all the passion and love that he had. Jimmy had been a bit confused, but he left anyway.

Right before midnight, Dean had called Jimmy and told him how much he loved him and when Jimmy had asked what was wrong, Dean just told him that he loved him and hung up.

The Hellhound had showed no mercy. Jimmy returned home when Sam had called crying about Dean being killed from a home invasion. The small town cried out and a man hunt had begun, but the killer had never been found.

(Four Months Later)

The first breath was hard, and Dean choked as he tried to call out for help. He felt around and started to panic as he realized that he was in a coffin, buried underground. He gave small thanks that he wasn't waking up as a pile of dust. After an hour of breaking through the wooden top he managed to pull himself up from the hole.

He flinched when a rough hand helped him stand and when he finally stopped squinting he saw that it was Bobby. As he felt like a small child with the level of glare that Bobby sent him, he had been hauled into Bobby's car.

He bitched and raised hell when Bobby told him that they were leaving for South Dakota when Dean's home was just around the corner and Bobby had slammed on the brakes and turned and then Dean saw that his house that he had shared with Jimmy was now up for sale and Jimmy had went back to Illinois with Claire.

Dean didn't fight anymore. His world was gone. His Jimmy was gone, his daughter was gone. Sammy had left school when Jessica had died in a fire and he had met someone named Ruby.

"How did you know that I would be there?" Dean asked after three hours of silence.

"Your dad…" Bobby replied, causing Dean to snap his head to the older man.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Son, I have a lot to tell you,"

And suddenly the world was a lot more dangerous to Dean.

To Be Continued….