Before anyone starts moaning and groaning, cause it's going to happen and I am putting this in here right now so if anyone brings it up seriously I will just refer you back to this.

First of all, this is fiction. It's not real. It's based on a fiction show that I do not own. It deals with fiction characters that again I do not own nor do I make money off of.

Second, in chapter 5 you met someone named Xene its pronounced Zeen. But the X makes it look cooler.

Third, I do not think that John actually did any of this. I think he was a terrible father but a lot of the things he dose in further chapters I don't think actually happened. Such as him hitting Dean. Do I think he was colder and used Dean? Yes. But hit him? No.

Fourth, I tried to keep the characters in this story as close to their originals as I possibly could. But this story takes place in season 12. There are some hints at spoilers but if you have seen all of season 11 it's not that big of a deal.

So thank you for choosing this story, so sit back relax and please enjoy. Please review and if you find any miss spellings I know! I tried really hard to get them all and used Grammarly and spell check to get them all but I might have missed a few. Some on purpose because thats how I wanted it some becuase I just didn't find them.

Sometimes Dean did things that made him wonder. Made him wonder what happened to his brother while he was at Stanford. Wonder why Dean was the way he was. But then something would happen and then 12 years passed and it no longer seemed relevant to Sam.

But sometimes Dean would say or do something that made him think about it. And then the moment would be gone and Sam would forget about it. Till the next time that Dean did something that was so out of what Sam was used to that he would question where it came from.

They had been together all their lives.

The only time they weren't was when Sam left for school. And they had not been together for almost 4 years before Dean came and got him. But there was no way that Dean had changed that much in that time. There was no way that it still had an affect on him.

But that didn't mean Sam didn't notice things. Like certain towns where no longer on their darker. Some of which neither had ever been to as far as Sam was aware. Or Dean would leave for the night and not come back smelling of sex or booze. Or Dean would say something like an old memory then pause and shake his head with a smile, that Sam didn't understand.

Sam wondered these things till they were on one hunt. A rogue angel.

They circled the house. Cass with him, and Dean rounding the back. Mary was off doing whatever she was these days with the Brits.

Cass and Sam were about to enter the house when there was a blinding light and a thud. They rushed in to see the rogue angel over Dean's body the Angel blade mere inches from Dean's fallen hand.

The angel held up his hands in defence.

"Brother, I had no intention of harming him. He is in a deep sleep though. One that can only be woken by the inside." He said stepping back.

"Why did you kill those people?" Cass demand as Sam checked his fallen brother.

"I did not wish to. They found me and I could not let heaven find me." He said. "I do not wish to hurt you."

"Too late." The two fought with Casss' victory. The rouge fell, dead.

Cass rushed to Dean and Sam and checked Dean. "He was telling the truth. Dean is alive. He unharmed but we need to wake him up from the inside."

"What the hell does that mean!?" Sam demanded. He remembered when Angel's where only a hope. Now he wished every single one except Cass to be dead.

"We have to enter Dean's mind and help him wake up. He has to want it though. We will not be able to force him." Cass said.

"Great. Let's get back to the bunker." Sam said lifting Dean onto his shoulders and placing him carefully in the back seat. Then he stopped and spun on Cass. "Will this kill him!? Are we on a time limit?"

"No. The rogue may have harmed other humans but Dean had seemed to have no intention of hurting. Dean will be fine if left like this. But he will not wake up. He may die eventually but mostly from lack of food and water and that can be solved with a simple IV drip." Cass said shaking his head.

Sam sighed a little relieved. They got in the Impala and Sam drove as fast and as safe as he could. Trying not to hurt Dean for when they get him back.

When they got to the bunker Dean was laid out on his bed and Sam hooked him to an IV bag that they had thanks to the great supplies of the bunker. A little old but with a little grace help from Cass it was cleaned and renewed easily.

"Now what?" Sam asked as he looked to the Angel for answers.

"It's a spell. I am sure you have all the ingredients already." Cass said and they went to the lab.

Mercury. Angel feather. Camomile. Poppy seeds. African dream root. And a drop of griffin blood. Then add Dean's hair, say the three magic words and boom they were in Dean's head.

Sam poured them each a glass and handed one to Cass before sitting down and Cass did the same.

"He's not going to like us poking around his head." Cass said swirling the brown sludge with distaste.

"Well I would rather have him pissed and awake then unaware and asleep." Sam said also eyeing the sludge with hate.

"This looks terrible." Cass mused and Sam nodded in agreement.

"You know Dean's the one who normally downs the terrible looking things." Sam said.

"Dean also drinks a liquor store a week." Cass replied.

"True." Sam agreed. "Alright bottoms up."

Both finished their mixture and said the words and waited.

"Well that suck-" Sam suddenly fell into a void. Blackness filled his whole being surrounding him entirely as he fell. He landed on hard cool ground with a grunt.

Wincing he opened his eyes to find the blackness gone and a new world revealed. Cass stood next to him but it was odd.

"Why are you wearing roman armor?" Sam asked as he stood up.

"Why are you dressed like a fictional wizard?" Cass said pointing to Sam's brown pants and ratty leather jacket.

"Well. This is not what I thought Dean's mind would look like." Sam said looking around.

The place they were in was a mix between a fantasy world filled with magic and Castles. But it also had armies of Romans, knights, and gun hosting soldiers. Thankfully they were all in their own little lines instead of together. A wagon pushed based them but the horse pulling it was a cyborg.

And the women were all beautiful but not extremely so. They held themselves with respect and decency. With their leather corsets and ground touching dresses. The men wore older suits and top hats.

The only way Sam could describe this place properly was Steampunk.