Sam and Dean were sitting down in Hank's Breakfast Buffet, a small joint in the middle of Michigan. They have been driving around in a stolen pickup for hours across the country. They just crossed the Michigan border that morning, and stopped for a bite to eat. It was 3 o'clock am.
Nothing suspicious has happened for quite a while. It was unusual to find a dry spot in their investigations. Something had to be up—maybe they were just ignorant, maybe whatever was going on was being kept secret. Maybe it wasn't something that could be found on the news, or the radio. Maybe they were looking for something deeper…or maybe, just maybe, they were waiting for something to find them.
A girl walked through the door. She looked to be about twenty years old. She had small blue eyes, long dark blonde hair, and she wore a yellow tank top, light baggy jeans and white sneakers. She wore a little necklace with a bell on it. When she walked in, Sam caught a glimpse of her, but didn't think anything. She was a stranger. He turned his gaze back to his brother Dean, who was currently speaking.
"Man, these guys sure know how to cook pancakes." He said, drizzling way too much syrup over his food. He was stuffing his mouth like it was the best stuff he's ever eaten. He did mention earlier that he was starving. "Aren't you hungry?" he asked Sam. Sam, in response, shook his head.
"Nah, not really."
"Bummed about something?" Dean raised a curious eyebrow.
Sam shook his head. He sighed out of exhaustion. "No, just all this hunting has been getting the better of me I guess."
"No need for a crummy morning, Sam. If I were you I'd cheer up, I take one look at you and figure you got PMS."
Sam made a face at his brother's comment and watched as more people walked in. He viewed every one of them. He watched everyone who ate, drank, and spoke. He spotted the young blonde from earlier. She was walking across the room and lifted her head, catching Sam's eyes. She looked into them, shy and embarrassed, then looked away. She instead caught a glimpse of Dean, then stopped walking. Her mouth dropped wide open and it seemed as if she stopped breathing. Sam was watching her. Dean continued talking and hasn't noticed yet.
"Really though Sam, I know—"
"Dean." Sam interrupted. He continued to watch the girl. Dean noticed the direction he was looking in and followed his gaze. He saw the girl, staring at him. When their eyes met, her face changed slightly.
"Um…"
The girl took a step forward. "Alaric?" she asked, frantically.
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Uh?"
"A-Alaric…what are you doing here?" her voice was exciting, her eyes lit up.
"I….think you have me confused with someone else." Dean said, confused. "My name isn't Alaric, it's Dean." He gave a little chuckle and looked at Sam.
"No…" the girl shook her head and was just as confused as them. "Either my brother has a twin, or you're Alaric….and he doesn't have a twin."
"Look, lady. I know who I am. My…name…is…Dean." He put his hands on his chest, pointing each time he spoke a word. "And this is MY brother, Sam." He nod his head toward Sam.
The girl didn't give up. She shook her head and looked through her pocket. She took out a small picture and handed it to Dean. He looked at it—it was a picture of what looked like a family. In the picture was the girl that stood before them, an older man, a young woman, a young man…..and Dean.
Dean looked up, his eyes wide, and stared at the woman with disbelief. "This is me…" he mumbled. The woman nod her head as Sam stole the picture to see for himself.
"Alaric…." The woman asked. "…please come home."
