Good Thing Do Happen

Chapter ONE

By. twodrunkunicorns

Dean opened his heavy eyelids, groggy with sleep, looking over to find Sam's empty bed. "Sammy?" Dean called out. He checked the bathroom, but Sam was nowhere to be found. He raced to look out the window to find the Impala still parked out front. Frustrated, Dean grabbed his cell and dialed Sam's number. He'd tried all of Sam's numbers, but was met with the same message each time: "the number you have reached is no longer in service; please check the number and dial again. Dean was beginning to get worried. He called Bobby and then tried Castiel only to hear the same message. Making a split decision, Dean quickly grabbed his keys. He had a bad feeling and he knew that something must be wrong.

Dean was torn. The part of him that ran out of the motel room clutching the loosely packed duffel bag almost white-knuckle tight, was determined; however, the part of him that was desperately gripping the cell phone against his ear with a sweaty palm was nervous and unsettled. He'd tried all three numbers again before coming to stand at the driver's side door of the Impala, where he forcefully snapped the phone shut upon hearing the last disconnect message. With that, Dean quickly flew into the driver's seat and turned the ignition.

"Cas you have your ears on? I think Sam's missing. I could use a little help here." Dean Prayed.

Dean heaved and grunted out his irritation in unison with the roaring engine just as he'd done in the countless frustrating situations and struggles of the past. He raised an arm with his hand snaked back into the sleeve to wipe the fog brought on by the morning humidity off of the rear view mirror and windshield then pushed his arm out to wipe the beading sweat from his own brow. Moments like these solidified why the Impala meant so much to Dean. He grew up from one run-down motel to the next, but he only felt like he was "home" when he was in the Impala. It was the only constant in Dean's life for so long. This and the hours he'd put into restoring and rebuilding it (making sure to leave in its quirks) helped the Impala earn its place as Dean's baby. In times like this, he felt like it was he and his baby against the world. Dean sharply inhaled and stroked his hands upwards on the steering wheel in soothing familiarity.

"Okay, baby-we'll figure this out."

And just like that, he peeled out and set out on the long drive to Bobby's house. It was going to take hours. HOURS that would have to pass with Dean not knowing where anyone had gone; but he knew how he would pass the time.

"Cas..."

As he pulled up to Bobby's house, Dean realized right away something was "off". For starters, there was a fence around the scrap yard. Secondly, Bobby's house and lawn were clean! Complete with painted flower boxes and shrubs! It looked downright domestic, but the oddest thing of all was sitting in the driveway...Dean's baby. He crept around the back of the house to pick the lock to the back door and soon after found himself walking into the now unfamiliar kitchen; it was bright, clean, airy, and smelled like pie. Sitting on the kitchen table were five gorgeous pies and a note 'DEAN! DO NOT EAT!' Dean shook his head. What the hell was going on here? He decided to quietly call out for Bobby. "Bobby?..."Bobby, you here?" he choked out in a hushed tone. Before Dean could even react, he was tackled to the ground.

"What are you!?" His attacker demanded.

Dean looked up to see a beautiful mixture of green and blue eyes set behind dark lashes flickering with fear. They belonged to a young girl, maybe around fifteen, with long brown hair falling around her face. She'd managed to hog tie Dean, throw holy water in his face and cut his arm with a silver blade before Dean could even think about defending himself. He was dumbstruck; that was supposed to be HIS routine.

"Who are you? Where's Bobby!?" Dean struggled against his restraints. The girl stood up and looked at Dean but as she parted her lips to speak, she was cut off.

"Mary! Mary, are you alright?" She darted her head toward the voice and in ran an older, grayer version of Dean. He pulled her away and looked down to find that it was his younger self that Mary had restrained.

"Dad, I did everything taught me. He passed all the tests!" Mary said, frantically.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. It's okay, you did good." Older Dean reassured, as he worked to untie his younger self. "Time travel, REALLY? How many times is this going to happen to me?" He uttered almost under his breath, shaking his head. "What's the last thing you remember?"

"I woke up in our motel room. Sam was gone and everyone's cells were disconnected." Dean shrugged, still kind of dazed at the surreal situation. He drew his knees in to rest his arms over them " I knew something was up, that's why I came here...to find all...this." Dean waved his finger lazily in the air. "What IS thi-did she call you DAD?"

Older Dean bent to help is younger self up and then stepped over to place a protective arm around the girl, pulling her close. "Yes. This is my daughter, Mary." Older Dean looked to her with a warm smile, the kind that made the laugh lines show up around his eyes. Dean wondered when he'd had time to earn those laugh lines.

"Nice to meet you." His attention shot back over to Mary offering a shy smile and wave in his direction. "Sorry if I hurt you, though."

Dean let out a nervous laugh. "No, you didn't hurt me. It's fine. Nice to meet you too, Mary."