A/N: I do not own SPN. There, I said it.

This is my very first Supernatural fanfic piece, so don't hate too much. I got the idea from somewhere, but I changed the dirty details so it's not plagiarized. You're welcome. I've had this idea in my head all night and it wouldn't let me sleep for hours…so I decided to write it so I can finally get some sleep tonight that doesn't involve some pretty strange dreams thanks to story ideas, haha. Also, I don't know how long it'll be. It may be one chapter, it may be two, five, ten, who knows. All depends on how satisfied I am with it, how much y'all like it, and if I really want to keep going with it. Enjoy! ^.^

**Alternate Universe where there are no hunters, demons, monsters, ect. But there is a certain special blue-eyed angel.

Chapter 1

Dean Winchester is just an ordinary man. He has a stable job working as a nurse at Huffington General Hospital. He has his own apartment or bachelor pad, as he likes to refer to it. His life is not filled with demons, monsters, or archangels. His life is simple, normal, and slightly boring. That is until a certain blue-eyed man steps into his life and changes it forever.

SPN

Dean sat in one of the chairs at the nurse's station. It was a rather slow day with very few injured or sick people. That was a good thing, but it made the hours pass by very slowly at Huffington General.

Dean sat drumming his fingers against the desk, glancing at the clock every few minutes. He couldn't wait to get out of there and start off his weekend with beers with his friends. He looked briefly around their little section of the hospital. The halls were quiet with very little activity. He had already gotten caught up on his paperwork and checked on all of his patients.

The minutes passed slowly until they turned into hours. Dean looked up at the clock one final time with a smile on his face. It was time to get changed in the locker room and get the hell out of Dodge.

He changed quickly in the locker room and got out of there as quickly as possible without being too obvious. Walking through the parking lot, he spotted his 1967 Chevy Impala, black. This was his baby. He had rebuilt her from the ground up just a couple of years ago when he had been in a near fatal accident. Some drunk driver who decided to attempt to text his wife that he was on his way home hadn't noticed that the light had turned red. His truck had slammed into the driver's door of the Impala, driving her into parked traffic on the other side of the red light.

Dean had stopped breathing due to his injuries, but was thankfully able to be revived minutes later. If it hadn't been for the fact that it had been his friends trying to save him at his own hospital, they would have given up and he would have died. It had taken him a little while to recover, but he was able to walk away with nothing but the memory of it and a few scars, one of which ran from the bottom of his left ear and stopped at his collarbone.

It hadn't been the first time she had had to be rebuilt. Every time something happened to her, Dean was thankful that his father had shown him everything he needed to know about cars before he had disappeared. That was ten years ago to the day. Every year on the anniversary of his father's disappearance, he would go to the bar with his friends, silently toast his father, and then forget he once had a father by the end of the night.

It had been made a tradition thanks to his good friends, Jo and Ellen. Ellen had known his father back when he was just a kid. They had a falling out, and Ellen never saw him again. It had been twelve years since Ellen had seen Dean when he had walked through the door of the Roadhouse looking for information on John. Since that day, the Roadhouse had become Dean's favorite bar and that's where he was now.

"Dean! About damn time you got here. I was startin' to think you'd never show up."

A smile lit Dean's face as he made his way to the bar where Jo was already getting him a beer. "Traffic was hell. But I'm here now, so let the party begin!" Dean missed it as Jo rolled her eyes and took a swig from his beer. His eyes swept over the bar casually looking for their other friends and spotted them in the back by the pool table.

He made his way through the growing crowd and joined his friends as they started to celebrate another weekend together.

A few hours and six beers later, Dean was feeling pretty good. Most of the group had already gone home for various reasons and only Dean, Ash, and Jo were left. The crowd had thinned to the point where one person could man it, so Ellen had taken over allowing Jo to spend time with her friends.

They were laughing and carrying on when Ellen had caught Dean's eye. She gestured with her eyes to a girl in her early twenties being harassed by a guy who couldn't be too much older. Dean nodded and kept an eye on them to make sure she didn't get hurt, but stayed out of it for the time being. Dean was sort of like a volunteer bouncer for Ellen. If she spotted trouble, she'd have Dean handle it for her so no one got hurt. He was pretty good at defusing tense situations or at least taking it outside before a bar fight got started.

At the first sign of trouble, Dean set down his beer and moved to intercede. He crossed the bar and stepped in between the young woman and the man. "Excuse me, sir. I'm going to have to ask you to please leave this young woman alone. She's made it clear that she doesn't want to go anywhere with you."

The air became thick with tension as the man grabbed ahold of Dean's shirt and pulled him towards him. "You listen to me, man, I'm a cop and this is none of your business. So why don't you just back off." Dean pulled away from the man, but didn't leave. "I'm sorry sir, but I think you've had one too many. Why don't we call you a cab and you go home and sleep it off."

The cop stepped into Dean's personal space and practically spat in his face. "Don't you tell me I've had enough. I know when I've had enough." Dean glanced over at Ellen who nodded. He looked back towards the man as she started to make her way slowly to the phone to call the police. "Hey man, why don't we just take this outside. There's no need for anyone to get hurt or cause a scene."

"Fine. After you, pretty boy." Dean stepped away from the cop and lead him out of the bar into the cold night.

SPN

Jo and Ash watched from where they had been sitting as Dean was followed out of the bar by the cop. They had been close enough to hear what had been said and knew what was going on. They set down their beers and left the bar as well.

When they stepped outside, the night was silent. All that could be heard were crickets. Jo and Ash glanced in each other's direction before walking out farther into the dark parking lot. "Well hell, where do ya think he went, Jo?" Jo shook her head, scanning the parking lot. The Impala was still parked in its usual spot and she was empty.

The sound of a trunk slamming shut filled the night air. Their heads whipped in that direction as a car door opened, shut, and an engine started. They raced through the parking lot towards where the car was parked.

They saw it just in time for whoever was inside to slam it into drive and floor it out of there. Ash turned in circles, surveying the parking lot, as Jo ran forward where the car had previously been. In mid-circle, Ash spotted a small puddle of something he had missed when they left the bar. He moved towards it and stopped when he reached it.

"Hey, Jo? Might wanna see this." He bent down and stuck his finger into the puddle. He brought it up to eye level and squinted his eyes in the darkness. "What is it, Ash? Did you find something?

Without turning around he said, "I'm not a genius or nothin', but I'm willin' to bet this is blood. And it's fresh."

SPN

Dean woke to the sound of someone sharpening a knife. He laid still not opening his eyes for a few moments in order to take in his surroundings before alerting whomever was in the room to his consciousness. He heard the sound of a leaky faucet, the sharpening of a knife, and birds outside. He could smell faint traces of chloroform still lingering on his clothes from being drugged.

"It's no use pretending, I know you're awake, pretty boy. And it's about damn time too. I was hoping you wouldn't sleep through all the fun we're going to have."

Dean opens his eyes slowly. He commits every detail he can to memory in case he's able to escape. The man who drugged him took a big, long swig from a bottle of whiskey as he stood up and crossed the room.

He looked down at Dean, laying on the ground with his hands and feet tied behind his back. "What the hell do you want with me?" The man smiled maliciously. "Now, now, Dean. If I tell you, I'd ruin the big surprise, now wouldn't I?"

SPN

A man in a black tailored suit, loose navy blue tie, tan trench coat, and a pair of piercing blue eyes walked through the line of officers holding back on-lookers and approached Jo, Ash, and Ellen.

"My name is Agent Samuels. I am leading the investigation into the disappearance of Dean Winchester. I was told you three were the last to see him before he disappeared."

Ellen nodded. "He was taking a man outside who had been harassing a young woman. Dean had stepped in to make sure she didn't get hurt."

Agent Samuels nodded as he wrote down everything on a small pad of paper. "What did this man look like?"

Ash threw down his cigarette butt and squished it into the dirt. "Tall, maybe an inch shorter than Dean. Five o'clock shadow, downin' beers. Suit, no jacket, shirt slightly untucked. Black hair, slicked back. Dark eyes. Kind of creepy, if ya ask me." Agent Samuels continued to nod and write down more notes.

"He was a cop." The agent's head snapped up and his eyes locked with Jo's. "And how do you know that, Miss?"

"Ash and I were sitting nearby where we could hear the conversation. The man told Dean he was a cop. Dean offered to call him a cab, saying he had too many. The man refused, got violent. Dean said, 'Let's take this outside so no one gets hurt.' The man agreed and they left. We got up to follow, but by the time we got out the door…I don't know. They were gone. A minute later we heard a trunk slamming shut, car door, an engine start up, and they were gone. That's when we found the blood."

The agent nodded once more letting the information sink in and commit the details to memory. "Thank you, I will be getting in touch with the three of you shortly." The man turned and walked towards the pile of blood. His partner was talking to a crime analyst who was studying the blood. "Balthazar, do you have anything?" Balthazar looked up at his partner. "Well, it is most definitely blood. Other than that, zip. They're taking it back to the lab to run tests to see if it is in fact the victim's. What did the witness's say?"

"The man we're looking for is a cop. Roughly six foot, black hair, dark eyes, unshaven. Sound like anyone you know?"

Balthazar's eyes met his partner's. "Oh, Cassie, that rings quite a few bells. Let's head back to the office and get started on a list."

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Let me know what you think! Review!