Dean was sitting on the edge of the bed in the run down motel off of highway 29 in Wisconsin. Waiting for Sam to get back with dinner, he was getting crabby as his stomach growled for the bacon cheeseburger he was waiting on. He pushed himself off the bed with a sigh and went to grab a beer from the fridge but paused when he heard the soft rustle of wings. He shook his head and turned around.
"Hello Cas" Standing too close for comfort Cas tilted his head to the side slightly "Hello Dean"
Dean took a step back and closed his eyes in slight frustration. "Cas, remember what I said before, personal space?" Cas nodded then turned on his heel and began pacing the room with that determined look on his face. Dean popped the lid off his beer and went back to the bed. "So Cas, why are you here?" He looked up at the angel with one eyebrow raised as he took a swig from his beer. Cas paused in his pacing, looking down and hesitated before looking up into Deans eyes intensely and then he said "You trust me, right?" Dean thought he saw a flash of something like sadness in Cas's eyes and he swallowed hard on his brew before nodding and answering "Yes" He stared back into Cas's eyes and he realized something was very wrong. "Dean, I am only doing this to help you" Cas was suddenly in front of Dean and his two fingers pressed softly against his temple and then Dean saw nothing but black.
Dean rolled over with a groan and hit the snooze button on his 7 o clock alarm. He sat up quickly suddenly very confused about his surroundings. He was in spacious Master bedroom with pale blue walls and beige curtains covering what looked like a balcony window. There were white tables, each with a lamp flanking the king sized bed that was covered in a black and white comforter. The comforter had a female sized bump laying right next to him and he breathed out as he slowly pulled back the covers. Lisa was laying there innocent and perfect in her slumber and Dean ran a hesitant finger over her cheek and her sigh brought everything back to him. Lisa was his wife; Ben was his son and was sleeping down the hall and this was his home. He remembered he worked at the antique store that their family owned in Topeka Kansas and was thriving nicely and remembered that he had to get up and get ready for a day trip with Ben.
He slid out of bed trying not to wake Lisa and failed. She groaned as she sat up and looked at him with a drowsy smile. "Morning baby, are you okay? You look frightened" She frowned as she further inspected his face. He shook his head and smiled at her "It's nothing, just tired is all. You go back to sleep, I am going to go get Ben ready for our trip". She nodded and snuggled back into the covers yawning. "Have fun" He nodded leaned over her placing a soft kiss on her cheek and then padded out of the room wearing boxers and a white cotton shirt. He opened Ben's door slowly and poked his head in. Ben was curled in a ball snoring softly under a twin sized black comforter. Dean smiled to himself, and crossed the room gently laying a hand on Ben's shoulder. "Ben come on get up, it is time to get ready to go!" Ben rolled over and muttered
"Ten more minutes' mom" then grunted as his arm flopped over his face. It was such a Dean-like movement that Dean actually snorted. Dean pulled the comforter off of him "Let's go Ben, or we will fall behind" Ben jerked into a tight ball shivering "Deaaaan what are you doooing I am sleeeeping.." Dean laughed "We have our road trip today remember?" Ben sat up slowly and yawned "Oh yah" He smiled up at Dean before jumping out of bed and tugging a bag out of his closet. "I have been packed all week" Dean looked at Ben with knowing eyes and smiled. "Alright then kid, get dressed and then load it into the Impala." Dean went downstairs to make them lunches for their trip.
Dean and Ben were flying down the highway less than 20 minutes later headed to visit Dean's parents. They lived in Lawrence Kansas. Ben was singing loudly to Carry on My Wayward Son, as Dean drove over the slick asphalt. They stopped in an open field about half way and sat on the hood looking out on the woods at the fields edge as they ate their sandwiches, specifically BLT's, A.K.A their favorites. Less than an hour later they were being fed homemade apple pie by the beautiful Mary Winchester. Mary was smiling as the two boys sat at the table making very similar noises as they devoured the pie. She smiled and pulled a second one out and placed it in the window to cool.
"You boys sure know how to eat a pie" She said as she sat down with them. Dean smiled and looked over at Ben. "He learned from the best!" Ben grinned and swallowed a huge bite "When will Grandpa be home?" Dean's smile faltered slightly but Ben didn't notice.
"He should be home very soon" Mary said as she stood and patted Dean's shoulder reassuringly. "Why don't you boys go take a nap, I bet the drive here was a bit tiring" Ben yawned as if on cue and Dean nodded they headed up to bed.
Dean was dreaming. He was Ben's age again and it was bed time. He had just barely fallen asleep when he heard his dad yell "Mary!" from downstairs. His younger self sat up slightly and flinched when he heard his mother scream from Sam's bedroom. He jumped out of bed and was stopped by a strange man who suddenly appeared in front of him and recognition tugged in his stomach. The man placed his hand on Dean's shoulder. "Dean I am sorry but you cannot go out there yet" Dream Dean tried to push the man away "My mom is in trouble! Let me go!" He fought hard but the man didn't let go for another moment. The man pulled Deans face to look up at him "Dean I am sorry…" Then suddenly he was gone and Dean was running out into the hall. Sam was suddenly in his arms and his dad was screaming "Run" and he did.
Dean was suddenly wide awake and panting. He shook his head. "What the hell was that?"