~Dean~

When Dean woke up the first thing he noticed was that he wasn't in his room in the bunker where he knows that he fell asleep. He sits up quickly and looks around the room that he's in. It looks so familiar but not familiar at the same time. Then it hits him; he's in his old room in his old house in Lawrence. Only now, instead of toys and other kid things lying around the room there's clothes on the floor along with a backpack. He looks at the bed side table and sees a family picture. He picks it up and looks at the people in it. He sees himself when he was about fifteen years old, Sam when he was about eleven, and shit! His parents! A knock at the door made his thoughts stop. He got up and opened the door slowly. It was Sam… But it wasn't Sam… It was a thirteen-year-old Sam. A short thirteen-year-old Sam which makes Dean feel weird since he's normally shorter than his brother.

"Sam?" Dean asked dumbfounded. Maybe this was the actual Sam wondering the same thing as Dean; what the hell is going on?

"Who else would it be?" His brother replied. "Now come on, I don't want to be late for the first day of high school."

"We go to school?" Seriously, what the hell is going on?

"Yeah, Dean, we've been going to school our whole lives pretty much. Now come on or we'll be late." Sam turned and went down stairs. Dean got dressed still trying to figure out what was going on. If he didn't know any better he'd say it was Gabriel with one of his stupid jokes but Dean did know better because Gabriel died a few years back. Well, maybe there'll be some clues at school. Dean grabbed his bag and his schedule and headed down stairs. When he went into the kitchen his mouth dropped and so did his bag.

"Mom… Dad?" His parents, they were both alive. He went up to them and gave them both a hug. They both made a surprised sound then wrapped an arm around him.

"Hi, sweetie," his mother softly said.

"Told ya he was acting weird," Sam said from behind him. Dean broke away from the hug and wiped away a tear of joy from seeing his family whole.

"Shut up, Bitch," Dean said with a smirk.

"Jerk," Sam replied instantly.

"Dean, are you alright?" His dad asked worriedly.

Dean nodded. "Yeah, I just- it's nothing, never mind." He turned to his brother. "Come on, Sammy, you don't want to be late do you?" Dean picked up his back and headed to the door.

"It's Sam!" He complained.

"Yeah, yeah, Sammy, whatever you say." Dean picked up the keys to the Impala and went out of the door followed by Sam. Dean slid into the drivers' seat and started the engine and turned on the radio.

"Seriously, Dean? Do we have to listen to this?"

"You know the rules, Sam."

"Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cakehole," Sam sighed. "I know." Dean smiled and they drove the rest of the way to the school without talking. When they got there Sam practically jumped out of the car. "Bye, Dean, I'll meet you by the car after school." Then Sam bolted to one of his friends. Wait, Dean recognized that particular blond. That was Jessica, Sam's girlfriend from college. Dean smiled then made his way out of the car. Suddenly, someone yelled out to him.

"Hey, Winchester!" The voice was familiar and Dean turned and saw that he was right, it was Benny. Dean still didn't know what was going on but he didn't care. First his parents are alive, then Jess is too, and now Benny. Dean almost doesn't want to find out how to get back.

"Hey, Benny," Dean replied.

"Finally, the last year and then we are out," Benny said. They walk inside the school side by side and sat at a table with some other people. He instantly saw someone he noticed.

"Gabriel," Dean said to the guy that was eating candy like usual.

"Hiya, Dean-o. I haven't seen you in a while, you know, ever since Luci." Dean was about 95 percent sure that this was the actual Gabriel. But how? He was going to comment but then somebody else did.

"Yeah, your brother's a dick." Dean looked at the person who said that. It was Victor Henriksen; that one F.B.I. guy that hated him and Sam. Strange that they're friends now.

"You okay there, brother?" Benny asked from beside him. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Huh? Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just gunna… Go to my locker," he replied slowly.

"I gotta go to mine too so I'll tag along," Gabriel said. They both got up and headed down the hall. "So, Dean-o, how do ya like it here, in your very own senior year life?"

"I thought you were behind this but you died."

"What? You think only Cassie gets a Get Out of Death Free card?"

"Whatever. So what do I have to do to get out of this universe and back into my own?" Dean asked.

"Just survive your senior year," the archangel replied with a smirk then he left.

"Son of a bitch!" Dean mumbled. He seriously hated that guy but if it wasn't for his help then Lucifer would still be out of his box. Dean just sighed and made his way down the hall to his locker number. He heard yelling from farther down the hall so he rushed over there, not prepared for what he saw.

"Alastair," Dean breathed out. Alastair was beating up some helpless teen along with Gordon Walker.

"Oh, hiya, Dean. You wanna join?" He asked with an evil grin.

"What the hell? No, now get away from him and leave him alone!" Dean growled. Dean didn't know who the person was but he was gunna stand up for him no matter what against Alastair.

"Whatever," he said to Dean. Then he faced the other teen. "We'll be back for you later." Then he and Gordon walked off. Dean made his way to the hurt person to help them up.

"Hey are you alright?" Dean asked. When the person opened his eyes Dean's heart clenched. They were beating up Cas! "Castiel?" Dean whispered.

"I'm fine. You can leave now since you probably wouldn't want to be seen with me," Castiel said. Cas sounded so broken that it literally hurt Dean.

"Screw that, Cas, I'm not leaving. Especially since you're hurt. Why did you let them do this to you? I know you can fight back." Dean was seriously going to kill them for hurting his family.

"Why do you care, all of a sudden? You never did before." Castiel gave a humorless chuckle. "You even helped them before." No no no no no no! That can't be true. Dean would never hurt his best friend like that. "And please don't call me 'Cas,' only my friends can call me that." This hurt Dean, like, it was literally painful to hear that. Before he could reply two red heads made their way to Castiel. Dean saw that it was Anna and Charlie.

"Hey, get away from my brother!" Anna yelled. Dean was still in shock so he stood up and stumbled backwards. "Cassie, did he hurt you again?"

"No! I was helping him!" Dean yelled.

Anna snapped he head up at him. "I wasn't talking to you."

"No, he didn't. He made Alastair and Gordon leave then he was going to help me up," Castiel told her.

"Told you," Dean mumbled under his breath.

"Well you can't blame us for not believing you," Charlie said.

"Come on, I'm not a bad guy. I don't want to hurt Cas-tiel," Dean quickly corrected. "Nor do I want to see him hurt."

"Yeah, says the guy who fractured his rib last year," Anna huffed.

"Mark my words Anna and Charlie, I will make sure nobody hurts Castiel as long as I can help it," Dean vowed. Castiel was a brother to Dean and Dean always protects his family. "Now, excuse me but I have to find Gabriel and my freakin' locker." Dean turned down some random empty hall. "Gabe, get your ass over here."

"What do you want, Dean-o?" He asked.

"Out of all the people you can make hate me, you chose my best friend? What kind of dick does that?" Dean asked irritably.

"Oh, come on, Dean-o, it's only part of the game," Gabriel said with a smirk and wink before he left. Great, well this will be a long senior year.